I thought a widowed friend might be interested in meeting a divorced man I knew casually. I pointed him out at a party and offered to introduce them.
“I know him already,” she said.
I was very surprised. “You do? How?”
“I’ve known him all my life. He’s my brother.”
—KATHRYN BLOOM, Boston
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