forty thousand a year for a state college.â
âWeâll do it somehow. We just have to make a plan.â
âLet me know when you figure one out.â
âIâve already got an idea.â
Two days later, when Jack walked downstairs and saw that Charlie had invited a recruiter to meet him, he was flabbergasted. He looked at the manâs uniform in amazement.
âWho are you? â
âHeâs a marine,â Charlie said. âHis nameâs William.â He turned slightly. âThis is my brother.â
âA marine? â Jack looked William up and down as if sizing him up for a fight. He was in his late 30s, with a buzz cut, ramrod-straight posture, and a smooth face. He looked like a former football player.
âNice to meet you, son,â William said coolly, extending his hand and quickly placing it in his pocket when Jack didnât move.
âDonât tell me youâre considering enlisting ,â Jack said. âAre you serious ?â
âYes, heâs serious,â William said, as if he were Charlieâs twin and privy to his deepest thoughts.
âMan, youâve got to be kidding.â
William winked at Charlie, infuriating Jack even more.
âJack, itâs not the worst thing in the world.â
âOh, really?â Jack ignored William and continued speaking to his brother. âIâm sure heâs told you all kinds of great stuff about the adventure and high pay, but wait until you find yourself in the middle of some broiling desert, aiming Patriot missiles at civilians.â
William smiled, as if he had heard such false information before. He said, âThe Marines are trained, equipped, and organized to maintain a state of constant global readiness. We offer benefits that rival Fortune 500 companies, especially in this kind of economic climate.â
âThat sounds right out of an advertising brochure,â Jack said.
Charlie said to his brother, âListen, Iâve been thinking about this for a while. I can get my entire college paid for by joining upâno student loans at all. And with Iraq winding down, thereâs a good chance Iâll end up in the States anyway.â
Jack snorted. âOh, sure. Thatâs what they tell you. But what if they send your ass straight over to Afghanistan? You hate these wars. Youâre not equipped for fighting and killing people.â
Charlie looked away from him. âSpeak for yourself, Jack. I know what Iâm capable of.â
Jack turned his gaze to the recruiter, who seemed to be emanating a smug certitude. Probably Charlie had already signed some contract or other. Werenât they desperate for smart soldiers? And Charlie would be among the smartest and fittest. Jack felt a surge of possessiveness as he looked again at his twin. How could this stranger take him away?
âDid you think I would sign up, too? Is that why you brought him here?â
Charlie smiled. âI didnât think so. But William said that, being twins and all, itâd be kind of cool if we enlisted together.â
âYeah, real cool ⦠they could ship us home together in the same box.â Jack ran his hands through his hair. He couldnât believe this was happening. âDid you tell Mom yet?â
âYeah. She freaked out, as you can imagine. Said she couldnât bear to lose me. That we were all she had. Etcetera. She pulled out every stop. I ended up comforting her, and Iâm the one whoâs leaving.â
âCanât you take some time to think this over? I mean, this is your life weâre talking about.â
But even as Jack said this, he saw it was too late. Whatever the recruiter had promised, it must have been very beguiling. Charlie was lost.
Jack couldnât help blaming his father for this disaster. If heâd kept his mitts off the money their grandmother had set aside for them, none of this would have happened.
Jack