My Twin Brother

It was a curious case on how the mind can play tricks on the innocent and preoccupied. I was working when my twin brother came in, stood in front of my desk, said he was thirsty and I hadn´t heard him coming in. Told him I had cold milk in the fridge and apple juice but no wine; he could also set the kettle over and brew a nice cup of tea. And into the kitchen he went. I was writing a story about Argentina, the pampas and horses, not about pompous generals, although it must be said they wore splendid uniforms. It was getting dark I had forgotten about the flying of the time, walked into the kitchen since my twin had brought me any tea; the kitchen was empty and gloomy, and I remembered I never had a twin brother.