They say that somewhere out there, everybody has a doppelganger.
I saw my mine for the first time on a Thursday morning. She was stopped across from me at the intersection of Kilroy and Westland.
The next time I saw her was six days later. She was buying a newspaper from a box on the other side of the street. We were even carrying the same bag. I called out to her, but she didn’t look up.
The third time, she passed by on the escalator at Century Town Mall.
She’d gone by the time I was able to make it back downstairs.
I had been close enough to smell her perfume, which was the same as mine. And to notice she had a mole just under her left eye, just like I did.
It was unsettling.
I looked it up. Even for real twins, that doesn’t happen.
I realized that my identical twin was too identical.