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or get another job now. Sergio answered the phone, amazed that Sheila was calling him directly. Something horrible was happening. “This is Dr. Sergio Snyder. How may I help you?”
“Oh, Sergio, thank you for answering my call.” She was out of breath, and crying. “What‘s wrong, Sheila? Did Stephen find out the truth from someone else?”
“At a time like this, I just can‘t keep lying to him. I‘m going to tell him the truth today, I promise. I just need you to help him, please. Some bitter coworker of his hacked his Facebook account and posted nasty messages about Mr. Hill on his wall. There are like one hundred messages, and they‘re all degrading. I don‘t blame Mr. Hill for being offended, I would be appalled too, if someone posted these things about me, especially one of my employees, which is why I thank God I am nobody‘s boss. But Sergio, Stephen didn‘t do this.”
Sergio took a few minutes of his time to log on to Facebook and look and enter Stephen‘s page. In a matter of seconds, he read all the messages. “Oh, wow…”
“I know, right? This is terrible! Stephen adores Mr. Hill. He idolizes him. He‘d never say these things about him! I need you to prove to Mr. Hill that Stephen didn‘t do this, and more importantly, who did.”
“I‘ve got two more patients to see, but when I get home,” Sergio said, closing the computer screen, “I‘m going to take care of this for you, ok? I promise you that by tomorrow morning, Stephen will get his job back, and possibly even a promotion.” Sergio hung up.
Sheila went to the kitchen to try to calm Stephen down. Stephen was in the kitchen, drinking some hot chocolate with marshmallows on the inside to try to relieve the tension. He rarely felt depressed, but when he did, chocolate was his best friend. Rather than making him hyperactive and sleepless, it would make him feel better, and he was smart enough to walk for ninety minutes every day just to burn those calories. That‘s why he stayed in shape. “Stephen, I have something to tell you.”
“I‘m listening,” he said, looking in her eyes.
“I can‘t take this anymore. I‘ve been lying to you.” “What?”
“I am not who you think I am.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not Sheena.”
“What do you mean you‘re not Sheena? Do you have MPD or something?” “No, I don‘t have MPD. I am Sheena‘s twin, Sheila.” “What the hell? Sheena never told me about a twin sister.”
“I can‘t believe you haven‘t noticed the one physical feature that helps tell us apart.” “Which is?”
“My toes are shorter than Sheena‘s. She always thought my feet were prettier than hers
were.”
“Shorter toes you said?” He got up from his chair and went back to the living room in a matter of minutes, and went back to Sheila‘s net book. His hacked Facebook page was still open, and he closed it in a flash. Stephen hadn‘t seen Sheena‘s Facebook page because she made it only days before she died, and they were physically apart at the time. He searched for the name Sheena Brown in Facebook and found over seven thousand matches, worldwide, but it wasn‘t hard for Stephen to find the Sheena Brown he was looking for, thus no other women looked like the Brown twins even though they were human. There were two pages under Sheena Brown‘s name with two identical women who had the same name, and very similar main profile pictures.