"Nick," I sighed with exaggerated exasperation. "That would be his twin."
His face fell. "He has a twin?"
"Yes. He dropped out last year. I don't think he ever came to school much anyway."
"Oh. What's his name?"
I frowned. "I don't remember." All I remembered about him was that he had the same tendency to be forgotten as his brother did. That was probably why I could not recall his name. I had not thought about his existence since the last time I had seen him.
Nick shrugged, trying to redeem himself after his mistake. "Well, I still think it's kinda weird. I mean, what were they doing there and how did they unlock the door?"
"How should I know?"
"Yeah, and mine was too."
"You're missing the point."
"No, I'm not. I just don't see why it's so important."
"Because it's weird," he insisted.
"I think you mentioned that."
He snorted at me. "I'm going to get in the line for lunch now. Bye."
The rain was lashing against the high, glass windows as I staked out a table for my group of friends. It was a good ten minutes before anyone else turned up, so I ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and watched the storm. After a few moments, I noticed the lone figure of Edwin Andersen hunched over a cafeteria tray two tables over. He had his hood up and his headphones on. I wondered what was going through his mind. How many times had he been up on the roof? What was he doing there? What had his brother been doing there?
I doubted I would ever find out.