BEGINNINGS
Of course the twins were different; anyone who knew them at all could tell you that. They were more like bookends than anything else. Abby loved nothing more than the thrill of victory after a hard-fought game (and Anna was certain that she secretly enjoyed moping around for days after every loss), but Anna much preferred beginnings to endings. There was nothing quite like the cacophony of two dozen strings tuning up simultaneously before a performance, or that silent, breathless moment with her bow poised expectantly over her violin, waiting for the conductor to begin