"The next card was Jack, and I had to laugh. There was that smirk, the one I've seen so many more times than I could ever count. It cried mischief, and that's my brother. It beckoned, and that's my twin too. And it reached his eyes, those bright eyes more blue than mine will ever be, and he'd raised his eyebrows just to show them off, too. It's like a cracked mirror, though, or two sides of a coin; his eyes are brighter than mine, my hair brighter than the pale and dark dirty blonde he ended up with. The most striking part of it is the face; his jaw is stronger, but we have the same lines, as though someone traced the same face twice and only made changes for gender. He'd dressed up in a suit for the image, and it could have been a shame if it hadn't been a suit that fit him just right - but then, if he'd worn his usual getup, I would have had to coat the card in plastic; haven't met a woman yet who didn't drool over what drums and regular exercise have done to his muscles. His suit was grey with a white striped shirt and a black striped tie. I remembered the pocket hankie, too; he'd forgotten one, and I had ripped the outer hem off my skirt and given it to him. Texorami was behind him, Texorami on a night like the nights that we so often have haunted, all dark and neon; he'd picked the Rio to stand in front of, because we were still allowed on the premises, and because it had the best light and a convention of models gambling the night away. Because that's Jack - and now I'd better stop talking about him before his head swells..."

-Kaylee