Thursday, April 27, 2023

Yip, Yap, and Yup, Part 2 of 3 Parts (A Guest Post) blog post #597


Last week, we had the first instalment of Mark Wildyr’s story of triplets, two identical and one fraternal. We heard from Yip (one of the identicals), who seems to be a malcontent. Today we hear from Yap, the peacemaker among the three peas in a pod.


            YIP, YAP, AND YUP

By Mark Wildyr


I dunno what’s going on with Yip and Yup these days. Seemed like everything was okay, and then Yip went off on a tear. I know identicals—IDs, I call us—are supposed to finish one another’s thoughts, but maybe if the thought processes involve the “three peas in a pod,” the magic doesn’t work.

All I know is, Yip’s turned nasty lately. Last night, when Yup suggested he and I go on a double date, I thought my ID was gonna go gorilla on us. Made threats that didn’t even make sense. I know the thing with Cindy’s a thorn between them, but seems like I’m getting to be one too. Don’t want any part of that. They’re both my brothers, and that’s the end of it. I’d give up my life for either of them. Not willingly, you understand, but in a pinch. Aw, you know what I mean. We’re close… or were.

Mae Lin takes up a lot of my time these days. I never thought of girls as “delicate” until I caught sight of Mae Lin when she transferred in last year. She’s from one of those families that came over after the Korean War way back in the 1950s. So she’s as Americanized as any of us, but with a difference. She still managed to stay “delicate.”

Native-born American girls have their own delicious way about them, but I don’t believe delicate has any part in it. I didn’t say that right. Mae Lin’s native-born like all the rest of them, but she still has her ethnicity, I guess you could say.

Anyway, Mae and I finally did go on a double date with Yup and Cindy. Had a good time at the movie, the soda shop afterward, and a really good time parked out on the mesa after that. Almost—but not quite—made it to Nirvana that night. At any rate, when we pulled into the driveway, Yip was waiting with a baseball bat. He whacked on Yup’s car a couple of times, and I really believe he was working up to applying it to our brother when Dad came outside to see what the ruckus was and put an end to it all.

Now I’m—along with Mom—known as the family peacemaker, but there wasn’t a thing I could do to calm Yip down. He went to bed seething that night. Yup, up till then, was just puzzled over it, but he’s beginning to get his back up too.

I think that was the night I started to believe there was something more to it than just sibling rivalry… even sibling rivalry of the romantic kind. Triplets are supposed to be closer than the three musketeers, right? All for one and one for all. And we were for a long time. When I tried to pick the puzzle apart, it became clear right off the bat that Yip and I had no problem between us. Same goes for Yup and me. I love—and like—both my brothers equally, or as well as I can judge something like that. You know how it is. One or the other of your bros does something to tick you off and you momentarily move closer to the other, but the thing generally balances out. I’m beginning to wonder if this one will.

Can it be something as simple as Yup doesn’t look exactly like Yip and I do? He used to, but as we’ve grown up, his features took their own path. Yip and I can still fool other people into thinking we’re our brother—our ID brother. Everyone except family and Mae Lin and Cindy, of course. But why would Yup looking different put Yip’s nose out of joint?

Then I had a thought that jarred me right out of my sneakers. Maybe Yip’s jealous because Yup looks like his own person, whereas Yip looks like… well, me. If he’s jealous of Yup, is he resentful of me because my kisser mirrors his own?

Yip almost got thrown off the soccer team because every time Yup played goalie, my ID’d kick the ball straight at him, not even pretending to be trying for a score. We used to have great fun playing driveway basketball till Yip started playing dirty. He’d stomp on Yup’s toes, kick his shins, butt him into the brick wall. He put a dent in the garage door a week ago when he shoved—not butted—Yup into it.

Things are escalating, and, dammit, I don’t know what to do about it.


Well, if the peacemaker among the bunch is worried, so should we all be. Let’s see what Yup, the fraternal brother, has to say next week.

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