Catherine and I tease Basil because he likes to say, “When you see it, you see it.”
Today, I saw it.
At lunch with my newly discovered brother, Chris.
We’d barely sat down when Chris said, “You’ve got to see the resemblance.”
I admitted that while I saw a bit of it around the mouth, I wasn’t so sure.
He wouldn’t be swayed. Pointing to his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes, he said, “When I saw your pictures, I knew right away you were my sister.
“And they,” he said, pointing to our mother, Pat; Basil; Catherine and Chris’ wife, Jill, “are right now noticing how we both use our hands the same way when we talk.”
Moments later, Pat remarked that we’d each raised a single eyebrow at the same time. Mine was the left one, his was the right, but no matter. They were choreographed in unison.
It won’t surprise you to know that while I was trying to remain calm and collected on the outside, I was the only person at the table so emotional inside I was unable to finish my lunch.
And later, when we gathered for end-of-lunch photos, I saw what Chris meant.