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features. Although she cared nothing beyond her own benefit, she quickly moved to repair damage, to regain the manipulative control she desired over her twin. She moved softly toward her sister in mock concern.
    If there was one thing Marisol did well, it was to put on a facade.
    Approaching her sister to gently regain her trust, Marisol placed her arms around her shoulders, lifting her face and placed a finger to her lips. She sighed loudly as Marchelle cowered in fear.
    “Don’t be like this,” she cooed. “You know I’m not really angry with you.”
    Knowing that she needed Marchelle to impersonate her when she didn’t want to be bothered with the public, she craftily manipulated her emotions. This was an arrangement that had beautifully worked to her advantage for years.
    Marchelle cautiously looked up at her sister. She was so grateful and felt she had so much to be thankful for because of her. Her superior twin plied her with words.
    “I become impatient when I think you have forgotten our arrangement.” Marisol pulled a sympathetic look out of her repertoire to now play her sister with feelings of guilt and remorse.
    “I would never forget. I could never forget. Never! You have done so much for me”—Tears continued to trickle down Marchelle’s beautiful face as she lifted pleading eyes to her sister—“Please, please don’t be angry… Te amo, Marisol…Te amo… ”
    Satisfied that she had regained control of her little doll, Marisol rewarded her by lifting a freshly manicured hand and petted her sister’s hair, once again, as one would a kitten.
    “I am not angry with you anymore,” she consoled. “I know that you momentarily forgot my preferred name. You have said you will not do that again, and I believe you. As long as you remember everything will be fine.” She smugly batted her long lashes as she tilted her chin in victory.
    Marchelle hesitantly attempted a smile, accepting the imagined fragment of apology from her sister as a parched woman treasured a drop of water.
    “Really? You’re not angry with me anymore?” she asked.
    “No,” Marisol softly lulled. “You are my little sister. I cannot stay angry with you.” She then graced Marchelle with the most generous and marketable smile that she held in reserve for only her best clients. It seemed to spontaneously pacify Marchelle which, of course, was her goal.
    Later, when Marisol reflected on the event—which she rarely did—she admitted that the truth of the matter was that she needed to calm and keep Marchelle only to the point that she proved to be useful. Otherwise, frankly, what was the point in keeping her here at all?
    The bitch isn’t worth the cost of the food she eats if she does not serve her purposes!
    Remembering there was another item she wanted to address with her sister, she looked about for her and continued to show feigned concern for her feelings. She located her, as always, tucked away in some corner of the condo.
    “Marchelle, I have something for you to take care of. I will most likely have a job—a shoot—in Hawaii.”
    Marchelle lifted her head in delight to face her sister.
    Marisol could see from her actions that she was complacent and completely at her service once again. There was no need for further effort on her part.
    “We will need the normal arrangements.”
    Marchelle reached for her sister’s hand, eagerly confirming that she had forgotten the unpleasantness that transpired.
    “I will arrange everything. Hotel room will be booked and clothes will be packed. Any special items you request will be sent ahead and should be there when you arrive. No one will notice me. I will do everything that you ask. Se perfecto .”
    Marisol smiled…
     
    …That was exactly what she always counted on…

 
     
    The soft whirring of the white noise machine eerily lulled her into a subliminal ease. Like Pavlov’s dog, visiting Dr. Sumner these past few months had preconditioned Aria to drop the guard she had