Scott Turow - Identical

Many years from now, whenever he thinks back to Dita Kronons murder, Paul Gianiss memories will always return to the start of the day. It is September 5, 1982, the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, a lush afternoon with high clouds lustrous as pearls. Zeus Kronon, Ditas father, has opened the sloping grounds of his suburban mansion to hundreds of his fellow parishioners from St. Demetrios Greek Orthodox Church in the city for their annual celebration of the ecclesiastical New Year. Down the hill, in the grassy riverside meadow that serves as a parking lot, Paul arrives with his mother and his identical twin brother, Cass. The next few hours with both of them, Paul knows, will be an ordeal.

On the drivers side, Cass is out of the old Datsun coupe instantly.

I need to find Dita, he says, referring to his girlfriend, Zeuss daughter.

Their mother climbs from the passenger seat with Pauls assistance, watching her other son sling his suit coat over his shoulder and bound up the hill.

Theae mou, she mutters in Greek and quickly makes the sign of the cross after invoking God in dismay.

Mom, Paul says, now that his brother is gone, what are we doing here really?

Lidia, their mother, condenses her thick eyebrows, as if she doesnt understand.

You refuse to come to this picnic every year, he says, because of how much Dad hates Zeus.

No more than I, quietly answers Lidia, who rarely concedes priority in anything. Together, with Lidia hanging on to her sons arm for support, Paul and she start up the gravel path toward Zeuss vast white house with its low-pitched gables and Corinthian columns. This picnic is for the church, not Zeus. Ive missed many of our former neighbors, and I have not been face-to-face with Nouna Teri in months.

You talk to Teri every day.

Paulie mou,-literally My Paul,-I didnt make you come here.

I had to, Mom. Youre up to something. Cass and I both know it.

Am I? asks Lidia. I didnt realize that when you received your law degree, you also became a mind reader.

Youre going to make some kind of trouble about Dita.

Trouble? Lidia snorts. At sixty-three, their mother has grown somewhat stout, but she retains a regal manner, a tall woman with fierce dark eyes and a wide spray of graying hair pushed back from her brow. Dita makes enough trouble by herself. Even Teri admits that, and the girl is her niece. If Cass marries Dita, your father will never speak to him again.

Mom, thats just old-country nonsense like believing in the evil eye. Cass and I arent going to carry on your crazy feud with Zeus. And were twenty-five years old. You have to let Cass make his own decisions.

Who says? answers Lidia, adding a sudden chuckle and a squeeze of Pauls bicep to lighten the mood. That is their mothers idea of wit, laughing when she says something she means.

At the top of the hill, the picnic is a sensory barrage. The gums and spices, still smoking in the censers after a brief religious service, mingle with the aromas of four whole lambs roasting over oak, while the frenetic, high-pitched music of a bouzouki band lances the air to welcome the hundreds of guests crowding onto the lawn.

Teri, Zeuss sister, their mothers best friend since Lidia and Teri were both seven years old, awaits them with her scarecrow mop of dyed yellow hair. She embraces Paul and his mother. Zeuss son, Hal, is beside Teri, greeting the guests. At forty, Hal is fat and awkward and overeager, the kind of person who always approaches you in the pathetic hapless manner of a slobbering dog. Even so, Paul retains a soft spot for Hal, whom Cass and he used to follow around like puppies twenty years ago, in the days before a quarrel about the lease on Pauls fathers grocery divided their families. Like Paul, Hal seems willing to ignore all that. He hugs Pauls mother, whom he still calls Auntie Lidia, and chats idly with Paul before Teri leads Lidia away. A covey of their friends awaits them in the deep shade of one of the many blue-and-white-striped tents pitched across the lawn. Reluctantly, Paul heads into this jumble of people from his childhood whose old-world ways and ponderous expectations hes always longed to escape.

A few paces in, his girlfriend, Georgia Lazopoulos, catches sight of him and starts forward with her adoring grin. In her blue gingham sundress, Georgia is short and curvy and cutely dimpled-people always mention Sally Field. Although they have dated since their senior year in high school, their lips barely brush when they reach each other. Georgia is the daughter of Father Nik, St. Ds priest, and realizes she is under constant observation on occasions like this.

She has already prepared Paul a paper plate of lamb and pastitsio, both favorites, which he accepts with thanks, but he steps away from her for a second to look for Cass. Paul finally spies his twin amid a clutch of people from high school. Even at a hundred feet, Paul knows he can catch Casss eye, and when he does, he hitches his chin slightly so Cass is aware of their mothers location. They have resolved to keep watch and intervene if Lidia comes near Dita. She is unlikely to approach Ditas parents, to whom she has not spoken in years.

Privately, Paul shares most of his mothers opinions about Dita, but he feels Casss fierce need for autonomy and has always treated his brothers desires as synonymous with his own. Despite their parents furious opposition, Dita, with her caustic tongue and daring manner, seems to delight Cass far more than any prior woman.

Other people-normal people-dont really understand what it is to grow up not fully knowing where you start and your brother ends. For Paul, humans fall into two classes: Cass, and everybody else. Even their mother, a titanic force who has always loomed over them with the strength and unbending will of a marble column, does not stand in the same realm of emotional proximity.

Therefore, it has been one of the most surprising challenges of Paul Gianiss life that his brother and he began to become so different in college. Cass partied too much and openly resisted their parents. After graduation, Paul went on to law school, while Cass drifted until successfully applying to the Kindle County Police Academy, where he will start next week.

As Paul turns back to where he left Georgia, his legs tangle with someone behind him, and he is suddenly on the way down, arms helicoptering as he yelps, sending his plate flying. He ends up flat on his back, while the young woman he tripped on bends toward him, pinning his arms against the grass.

Dont move, she says. Give yourself a second to be sure youre all right.

Its Sofia Michalis.

Where have you been? are the first words out of his mouth. He does not know if he means simply that he has not seen her in several years, or that the time has transformed her. Both are true. Sofia was always self-possessed, a smarty-pants, but not the kind of girl you would have thought would end up so attractive. In high school, she was one of many young women the boys, with typical cruelty, referred to as a Greek tragedy, meaning her nose is far too large for her face. But she always had that air. And a killer body. Now she knows shes something special.

Laughing, he sits up to examine himself. There is a grass stain on the sleeve of his tan Brooks Brothers suit, but no pain anywhere. He accepts her hand to return to his feet, while several people who came close to help now turn away.

In answer to his question, Sofia tells Paul that for the last seven years, she has been in a combined college and med school program in Boston. She got her MD in June and began a residency here at U Hospital.