Stuart lay there, looking at the prone figure lying naked at his side. He couldn't believe he'd done it
again. He'd promised himself, one drink, in a public place, and they'd go home to their own separate
beds. He couldn't keep letting this happen, to either of them.
It had started six months ago. He'd been at the Annual Adoption Convention, just like he had been
every year since he'd found out Mum and Dad weren't, as such. Mary and Robert hadn't lied to him.
They said they wanted to wait until he was old enough to understand, but also have passed the
horribly hormonal and tumultuous adolescent years. Truth be told, he͛d been quite a sedate
teenager; kept his head down, did well at school, had that sweet girlfriend throughout secondary
who pretty much kept him out of trouble. Sadly, they'd enrolled at universities 300 miles apart, and
had quickly discovered that young love wasn't forever, and hey, that was OK. Then, at the tender age
of 21, fresh out of uni, he'd begun his life as an orphan.
Anyway, there he was, choosing his cereal at the breakfast bar, and there she was, this girl - 6 foot
tall, blond, just majestic to look at - and their eyes met, and fixed, and melted. He felt this desire
bubbling up inside like a volcano, and there it was, he felt like that hormonal adolescent he'd never
Her name was Sarah. She was, of course, adopted. She͛d never met her birth parents, nor did she
want to, but she'd come to the convention under the advice of her counselor, who she͛d been
seeing with depression-like symptoms for about a year. She wasn't depressed, she told me over
coffee, she just had this strange emptiness inside her. Like something was masking her true self, and
she didn͛t know what. Her ex had pointed it out to her, oh so callously, as he threw his things into
boxes and fled her life. You're missing something, Sarah. You're not a whole person. You're a good
person, but you're not right͛.
She'd cried. For days. But she knew he was right, and in a strange way, she was grateful to him for
articulating it. That was when she͛d started seeing Dr Webb. Of course, they'd gone back over her
whole life story – a happy one at that – and it seemed that the only explanation was her orphan
status. So she'd signed up, hopped on a plane, and there she was, at the breakfast table opposite
Stuart, drinking coffee and basically summarising exactly how he had always felt but also never
It hadn't taken them long to realise that they were twins. Good god, they looked as alike as two
people of opposites sexes could look, and birthdays on the same day left no doubt. And that pull,
that magnetism, the voids in each of their lives being filled by the other's sudden, unexpected, and
oh-so-perfect presence in one-another's lives, in each other's beds.