Chapter Twenty

I was grateful for the refreshing night’s sleep when I entered the breakfast room and came face to face with my doppelganger.  I suppose, technically, I was her doppelganger since she was born first. I wasn’t really sure how that worked.  It really didn’t matter at the moment.  What did matter was that we were completely alone and the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“You have returned, I see,” she said as she walked to the buffet to help herself to a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, boiled ham, roasted venison, and a thick and juicy raspberry pastry.

My eyes went from her plate to her waist and then back again, as I pondered over how an appetite such as that managed to maintain a figure like the one she sported.  Her diet resembled the Atkins Diet or possibly the South Beach Diet.  I vowed to check both of them out when I got back to the future.  In the meantime, I helped myself to a cup of