The first time I met Shanna and Sharisse they were just 12. We had moved into the house next door and the two girls in their red and white dresses sat on the front porch of their own house. They didn’t smile or laugh or say hello. They only waved for a moment and then kept staring.
I thought that it would be nice to live next to neighbors’ with daughters the same age as Becky. When the agent told me about the twins next door I imagined that they would become friends with my own daughter. Already in that short moment of seeing them for the first time I realized that I was wrong.
Becky tried to be friends with them. She went over every day to talk to them or invite them for play or meals.
Their parents told us that Shanna and Sharisse were unusually bright but very antisocial. A doctor had suggested that the twins were autistic, but their parents didn’t seem to believe that.
“They are just a bit more mature,” said their father.
“They really like to read, but they still do kid stuff,” said the mother. “They have their own language and everything.” Continue reading →