11 TWO OF A KIND
They were sitting in Smokey's having coffee, not saying word, staring at each other like staring at their own reflection. Jeff and Kyle had grown up twenty miles from each other, different parents, different friends, owning the same face. They were dressed similarly, blue suits, white ties. Jeff had gold cufflinks, a present from the Insurance Company for the most sales in a year, that was the only difference.
“I guess I should break the ice,” Kyle said, after a lengthy silence.
Jeff smiled. “I guess you should,” He took a sip of his coffee and waited. When Kyle didn't continue , Jeff held his hand up, asking Kyle to continue.
Kyle laughed, shrugged. “It was a little strange when you called.”
“It was stranger whom I passed on the sidewalk two weeks ago. It's not every
