She meant well.
But at twenty-seven, I was still letting my sister speak for me.
I was the opposite.
We were close, although our jobs had made spontaneous afternoons together increasingly rare.
Then one Saturday, Zoe called laughing. « Sarah, I have the stupidest idea. »
« That’s usually how your best ideas start. »
« Remember when we switched places? »
« Details. Want to help me prank my friends? »
I was still letting my sister speak for me.
« My friends have never met you, » Zoe said. « Just dress like me and show up at our Saturday lunch. »
« And pretend I’m you? »
« Exactly! I’ll join you in an hour later. »
I shook my head. « You’re unbelievable. »
« Imagine their faces! » she squealed.
I have the stupidest idea.
« Are you sure nobody knows about me? »
« They know I have a sister. They just don’t know we’re identical. »
« That’s a pretty important detail. »
