the house.

"Doris, this is crazy," I said. "You know we haven't seen each other since school was out last year, how could I have some shots of you?"

"That's what I'm out here to find out."

I realized the impossibility of the situation for the first time. Sure, Doris would recognize that the shots were not of her, but still I would have to come up with some girl and after all the furor, the girl should be someone everyone knew. How could I man- age this. I was in a fix. Also sitting beside lovely Doris in her car, I began to realize that were we both in bathing suits and I was dressed exactly like her with long flowing hair and makeup alike and other things...yes, the resemblance would be startling enough, but how could it be explained?

"OK, lets see them". The car was parked by our house now as her words ran through my head like explosions.

As I

"OK, but it's not your picture, "I said, desperately. went to my room, I hoped that somehow the process of printing had worn or faded them white or something. I just couldn't contemplate the reaction after Doris saw them.

Betty came to my room too.

"What's Doris doing here?"

"As if you didn't know?" I sneered at her.

"OK OK I did mention it to her, so what?"

"Never mind, dear sister, I'll handle it now" I said.

So I went down to the shiny red Cadillac alone, with the beau- tiful pinup pictures in my trembling hand.

Carefully she scrutinized them pouring over each one in delib- erate order. The expression on her face was one of complete incred- ulousness. With a scarf or bathing cap she would look like me in the face and it was the body curvature that I hoped would disprove it being her.

But alas, as fate would will it we were almost the same size. She must have worn a size sixteen suit too and her arms and legs were of about the same proportions as mine also. The neck, the

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