The next morning, at 7:00 a.m., Lewis stood next to me ready to take a swab sample of the inside of my cheek for the DNA testing. I dutifully opened my mouth.After Lewis was finished, he labeled everything. The lab was silent, and as usual it was just the two of us.“Wilhelmina, I have something to say.”“I know what it is.”“You do not.”“Lewis, believe it or not, in some sick twist of fate, we appear to be twins separated at birth. I mean, no swab would declare us twins, but I know what you’re going to say and do before you even open your mouth. And you can finish my sentences.”“Well, I’m going to speak my mind anyway.”“How uncharacteristically bold of you.”“Billie, why are you running this test?”“Because there are rumors that my mother was having an affair. Because there are rumors I might not even be my father’s child. And if I’m not, then that opens up my mother’s murder to a whole new theory. I have to know. Why sign that one letter ‘Daddy’?”“To mess with you.
