"O.K.," Oliver said. "I might stop in at Deweys."
At the hospital the following day, he invited Dan to the housewarming. Dan had twin girls in junior high and a devout wife. Oliver didn't expect him to accept, but he liked Dan and wanted to ask.
"Saturday after next? Can't make it," Dan said. "I'm going to see my brother."
"Oh. Where does he live?"
"Upstate New York. He works on a farm." Dan saw Oliver's surprise and continued. "It's a long story. We're twins. And now I have twins—strange. Something happened at birth; my brother was born retarded, mentally challenged." Dan rubbed the back of his neck. "We were given up for adoption. I didn't find out about this until I was grown up."
"No," Oliver said.
"Dale was raised in an institution and eventually got work on this farm where he gets room and board. It took me quite a while to find him. I go see him every three or four months."
"That's too bad," Oliver said.
"He's a worker!" Dan said proudly. "He's strong. He's in a lot better shape than I am."
"Is he happy there?"