Chapter One
I climbed the steps to Colleen’s apartment with some trepidation. Which was ridiculous, when you think about it. Why should I be nervous? I’ve been up and down these stairs a thousand times. Colleen and I have been best friends since junior high school. Better than best friends; more like sisters. In fact, some of the girls on our high school basketball team used to call us ‘twins from different countries’.
The ‘twins’ referred to the striking physical similarities we shared (and still share). We’re the same height (5’6”), the same weight (135 pounds) and have identical slender, but curvy bodies. We’ve often swapped clothes back and forth with no difference in fit. Our facial features are also alike: our noses, the shape of our eyes and lips, even the curves of our cheeks and
