Chapter IV
The Faces of Serfdom
Lisanne and Osa departed the hot Nexus Y summer and—through a living window—entered the air-conditioned front lobby of the Corpus Chrome, Incorporated Building. Condensation beaded upon the petite blonde’s forehead, and apprehension prickled her insides. Today she would finally be reunited with her resurrected twin sister.
Osa squeezed Lisanne’s hand and kissed her forehead. “It’s going to go good—I mean well. Don’t worry.”
“Danke.”
The Swedish-Indian American had been full of supportive words and gestures, but it was clear that she was very uneasy about how the three-month-long relationship would be affected by the resurrection of Ellenancy Breutschen. Lisanne had been completely honest when—during their last meal in New Orleans—she had said, “I don’t
