Mom looks over her daughter. Her wedding gown glows white. Her hair auburn locks race down her back, lace ribbon does best to keep it together.
“Oh mom. I’m sooo excited. I didn’t think this day would ever come! ” Betty twisting left and right to make sure she’s prefect.
“There’s some things a mom needs ti tell a daughter on these days.”
“I’m thirty. I think I know a couple things already. ” laughing her reply.
“No dear. Your father said I couldn’t wait this long to tell you… well we had a bet on it. You see. .. It’s kind of like this. .. you’re adopted. Your name was Beatrice Donovan, and you’re about to marry your twin brother. I think that about covers it. … Wow, I won a bet with your dad.”
“What? ! What are you talking about? ! Your joking? ! Beatrice? Not Betty? Wait a bet. … my wedding day. … you tell me this. How could you let me may my brother!”
Mom’s dark set eyes look lost. “Eek it’s not like we didn’t raise you. Why tell you. .. do you know my grand babies will be best looking kids ever. You are do happy together. Why let a little thing come between you.” Soft tones try to explain. “We were going to get a dog. And this man Senn Fennel..I think, gives us a beautiful girl. Says paperwork was done and you were Betty Yancy. And we are the Yancy’s. So we kept you. I’m so glad we got you instead of the dog.”
“MOM! HELL YOUR NOT MOM! Mu life. ..I don’t know who I am now.” Running out of the room she’s crying.