9/27 She liked TV, it was everything to her. The big chair with its back to the window was the best to sit in. A little table with snacks and magazines and a tall lamp right next to the chair. She had twins. They would sit off to the side and watch too. Just three, they liked to push little plastic toys back and forth on the floor while they watched. Sometimes they would look at each other. It seemed to her that at certain times of the day they were in other rooms. Every so often she'd hear a shuffling or scraping noise through the wall. Sometimes she couldn't tell them apart. This frightened her. She would sit and look at them and they would stare back, just looking, not curious, exactly the same, no difference. If someone came by, she would pre- tend to tell the twins apart. I don't know how you do it, the friendly visitor would say. Sometimes, after she'd been watching TV for awhile, she would turn her head and see them looking at the screen. She would watch them, fascinated, for a time she couldn't judge.
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