Ночь ожившего болванчика

Их мать уже лежала в постели с романом Стивена Кинга.

Don’t applaud—just throw money!

They both had slender, pink faces topped with spongy white hair. They both wore silver-framed bifocals, which slipped down on nearly identical, pointy noses. They both had the same smile. Mr. Miller had a small, gray mustache. Lindy always joked that he grew it so the Millers could tell each other apart.

Is that what happens to you when you’ve been married a long time? Kris found herself thinking. You start to look exactly alike?

Both girls liked being twins and hated being twins at the same time.

Last one out is a rotten egg.

We’re twelve. We’re too old to go out and play.