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Show 41 strange in being head over heels in love at fourteen. Kate was as old as Juliet-even her Romeo turned out to be almost sixteen, named Pat Donahue. Because when the guys at the dance got close to Katie's smile, and then close to her dancing, she was an instant success. The next time I asked for a date she already had one, the other guys all seemed to be taller than she was and I backed off, and by spring she was going with Pat, also a freshman but older and six feet tall, long black hair combed curling back, with a widow's peak. He had a happy smile, ready talk, and drove his father's Big Black Buick Eight, drove it fast and recklessly. If a couple went steady, others kept away. I kept away. I grew that summer of '38 and the next year remembered that I was also in love with Liz Brown, but always I noticed Katie. Her close girl friend that year was also from a farm but from the other side of town and so they didn't meet until high school, Catherine Bradley. Kate and Cathy. They grew closer than most sisters and looked amazingly alike in face and figure. I remember them most clearly in their Pep Club uniforms, saddle shoes and bobby socks, red skirt, white sweater, and a red beanie on their dark hair. When they traveled to other towns with the teams they were often taken for sisters, even for twins, the opposite of my sisters. For when they were in high school Tina was large and well-developed, as blonde as a Swede, while Fanny was small and dark like my mother, Celtic. With her size Tina looked a couple of years older than Fanny, which Fanny resented, and some people thought Tina must have flunked and fallen back a grade to be with Fanny, which Tina resented. People were surprised to find they were sisters at all, let alone twins. People began to call Cathy, Kate, and we had the two Kates, Kate B. and Kate C. Kate B. began to date Darrel Darr, a friend of Pat's. Both |