"Funny," he said, looking toward the corner of the deck.
I had been putting Band-Aids on for no reason. I can't remember now. Something about people thinking I was injured, or just liking the feel of it and the perfect pulling-apart of the paper wrapper.
We used to bend paperclips around our front teeth and take turns sitting in the doll stroller, being the twin from school with cerebral palsy. We made fun of my brother wanting to be called by a girl's name. I touched the white of my eye with a pine needle.
"I used to chase you guys around all the time," he said.
"I thought you were angry with me," I said.