CHAPTER 19
THE ASSISTANT
Although Meera was a year younger than me, and I used to wear my hair much longer, we looked so similar that people at college had called us twins. Even we had gotten suspicious, but a DNA test revealed the truth. We weren’t related, not even distantly; we were just doppelgangers. Think I’m joking? One day when I wore my hair in a bun, Meera’s ex-boyfriend had snuck up and kissed me full on the mouth before he realised his mistake. The kiss was followed by red faces, a thousand apologies, and a promise never to speak of the incident again. And we didn’t. Meera and I borrowed each other’s clothes, laughed off the “seeing double” comments, and became the best of friends.
Plus there was the cross-race effect. I’d studied it briefly during psych classes. It had been
