The boy sat on the beach，
the pebbles beneath him.
shifting uncomfortably e
As with all of the Gre
Lakes， the beach at St. Max had more small stones tha
sand; grown-ups took it in their stride， but\" it was pair
ful to an eight-year-old s bottom.
In front of him the waters of Lake Michigan shirr
mered in the unexpected blush of a mid-September sur
Jorbie luxuriated in the unusual warmth， letting his eye
almost close from the hypnotic effect of the light shirr
mering on the water. The day was so unusual， S
Etienne Parochial School had brought its children t
the beach; there was little chance of another day lik
this before the howling cold of a northern Michiga
winter froze the sky white above them.
Across frbm /orbie his twin continued building th
sand castle Jorbie had abandoned out of boredon
When both of them had been working on it， the castl
had grown quite elaborate， a maze of towers and moal
and cleverly balanced arches. For a second， Kennet
stared at his twin， eyes silently asking why Jorbie ha
given the project up. Slowly Jorbie moved his hea
back and forth in a single smooth motion. The two c
them frequently communicated this way--saying nod:
ing--a strand of psychic waves making words supel
flUOUS.-
The identical twins were a
startling sight in St. Ma
as they would have been anywhere， with deep， hone)
blond skin， hair the intense jet of night， and black eye
softened by overly long lashes. \"The Little Princes，
their mother had called them. But that was last yea
and she had died and there was no one to call them th~
anymore， lorbie shuddered.
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