I always enjoyed watching her get dressed in the morning. But today, something was bothering me. My eyes roved over her body, trying to figure out what was out of place. Then I spotted it.

“Sweetheart,” I asked her. “When the hell did you get a tattoo?”

She turned to me, a look on her face that was pure amusement. “I got that before we ever met!”

I looked at her, trying to determine if she was joking. “No, no, no,” I said. “There is no way we’ve lived together 10 years and I never noticed the tattoo.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” she said, dropping her clothes on the bed. “I have a message here for you.”

She handed me a piece of paper. It read:
Honey,
Had to go out of town for business at last minute. Back in three days. Tried to call, but your cell was dead.
My twin sister is in town. She’ll be staying with us for the week.
Have fun, you two.
Love,
Suzi

Out of town. Twin sister. Identical twins. Oh, no.

“Hello, Erica,” I groaned. She smiled.

This was going to be a very, very long week.