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In truth, you continued to shower as the eye watched you. You<br />
looked up and the eye moved away, but you knew that the eye was aware that<br />
y ou had sensed its presence. You continued to shower, closing your eyes and<br />
turning your face towards the shower jets, occasionally glancing up as the eye<br />
stole away. You continued to run soap over your body and you washed your<br />
hair. When you got out of the shower, you sat on the floor and massaged<br />
lotion onto your legs. You stood at the mirror with a towel around your waist<br />
and plucked your eyebrows. You dressed and went back to your room.<br />
"We have to do something," the woman from the outside says.<br />
Maybe someone she knows is looking for a flat-mate. You study her profile -a<br />
small nose, Irish features, freckles. She is glamorous, almost model-like, but she<br />
also looks fun. You like her.<br />
"Tell me about your sister," you ask. "Younger or older?"<br />
"Older by a minute and a half," she replies. "She is my twin."<br />
There have always been other women: the facialist, the woman who<br />
prints the business cards, the shower attendant at his father's nursing home,<br />
the occasional Tuesday afternoon shopper, standing in the dressing room in her<br />
lingerie, separated from adultery by a flimsy curtain.<br />
You know about them all. Your boyfriend used to take you with him<br />
to his weekly therapy session. He would hand you his knapsack before he<br />
went into the office, and in the waiting room you would read the last days'<br />
entries from his journal. You felt guilty about this at first, but later, you real<br />
ized that he wanted you to do it. He wanted you to know about all of them,<br />
what their skin felt like, how they tasted and sounded when he went down on<br />
them. He told you what they talked about afterward, the questions they asked<br />
about you, the sense of triumph some of them felt by seducing another<br />
woman's man. Sometimes, in his entries, he confessed his love for you. He<br />
told you that he knew he was hurting you, and that the first thing he thought<br />
about after the women left was you. Those were the times, he wrote, that he<br />
called you for no reason, just to hear your voice.<br />
Your boyfriend would emerge from the therapist's office smiling.<br />
You have known about them all, but this is the first time you have<br />
seen one of them face to face, heard her voice, studied the freckles on her<br />
shoulders.<br />
"We are total opposites," the twin says. She takes a photograph out of<br />
her wallet. The two sisters are leaning against one another, back to back, smil<br />
ing. They look like a butterfly or a Rorschach test.<br />
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