Short Story Tuesday...titled "Narcissistic Tendencies""He looks like James," he said. "Same eyes and forehead."
Every new birth is greeted in the Rodgers family by a ritualistic weighing in on which side had won the genetic lottery. He'd thought that by confirming the obvious - that he looked like their side - he was giving her a small gift.
"Yes he sure does," she said wistfully. He could tell she considered this no victory for her; even her husband was still other. Outer Mongolia to him, he was still Mongolia to her and they suddenly became insiders, conspirators in their mutual outsiderness.
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