Mary never made it across the street before a car had hit her. Edward raced out to the street to help her. She looked at him with a hurt beyond all campare.
"Mary, I love you. She had kissed me."
"It doesn/t matter now. Take care of her. I loved you Edward. I really loved you" With that last statemen, Mary died in his arms.
The funeral or Mary passed quietly. Edward had sent a beautiful and flower arrangment. Edward never did remarry. Shortly after Mary's death, he entered the Priesthood. The woman that called Mary that night was the same one who was kissing him. This woman was a friend of Mary's from the office. She had a nervous breakdown after Edward left.
Each of us will always remember Mary in our own way.
As for me, I am missing my twin.
