Faces in the Window #2

2:10PM
"I'm near 90" he said.
His skin was the same color and texture as saltworn canvas.
"That will be a great birthday." I said.
"No." he murmured. "Tomorrow I go to Arlington to bury my twin."
"Oh," I said, just oh.
"That's in Washington. Arlington.
"Yes." I said, just yes.
"No one knows, no one knows what, I, no one knows how I... ."
"Yes." I said, just yes.