Frankie Anam walked out of the human resource offices feeling dejected. This was the sixth interview she had been to in the last two months and she was sure she was not going to be getting the job. At this rate, she knew she had to start considering moving to a cheaper house. She couldn't survive on her savings for four months without a job. She slowly walked towards the elevator and stood there waiting for it to open. She had to stay strong, she knew that. She could get another job. She had to hope. She could not afford losing hope now. It was just not the right time The elevator door opened to reveal one man already inside. He was very handsome. And if she had not been feeling so low already she would have taken enough time to admire him and maybe even strike a conversation. Actually, if she would have bothered to look at all, she would have seen the look of surprise on the man's face and would have probably been more prepared for what happened next.

"Anne?" the man asked staring at her with surprise in his eyes, "It's me, Greg, remember....we went out in high school and..," sensing the lost look on her the man burst out laughing. "Come on Anne, you..." Then just as Frankie was pulling herself together to tell him he was completely mistaken his lips came down on hers. Shocked and taken completely off guard, Frankie felt herself stiffen, then gathering all the strength she could master, she pushed the man away from her.

"What do you think you are doing?" Her shrill voice filled the elevator as soon as she had brought enough distance between them.

"Anne?"

"I am not Anne!" she said with an almost shout, "I have no idea who this Anne fellow is, and I have no idea who you are and I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself." The look of genuine surprise on the mans face made her know it really was a case of mistaken identity and the man wasn't some pervert just out to get some escalator fun?

He quickly apologized looking all confused and embarrassed. After which he explained the cause of the confusion. Apparently, he had been going out with this Anne fellow sometime back, and as he insisted on saying, she was practically Frankie's twin; they had had a very good relationship that had ended when Anne left the country for further studies. He had still loved her, he claimed, but they both knew a long distance relationship was not one thing they wanted to go for so they had both called it quits. Frankie believed him. Technically, there was something about everyone having their twin at one place or another in this world. All forgiven and in definite better terms, they introduced each other again, and as a way to break the ice and remove the uncomfortable feeling they both had after the big confusion, Greg invited her for a cup of coffee, which she accepted.

Two months down the line and Greg and Frankie were getting pretty tight. She had been to his place, seen all the pictures of this Anne girl and had been very surprised, she had felt like she was looking at herself. She had been so shaken in fact that she had asked her mother if she happened to have a twin, which had been completely absurd her mother had said. He had helped her secure the job she had been afraid she was not going to get and she was doing pretty well for herself. She was happy, but one thing was holding her back. All this time Greg and her had just been friends, but she had started having deeper feelings for him. She knew that was dangerous grounds to go into, for all she knew, all the time he saw her, he probably saw Anne. So what was she to do? Act like she felt nothing? OR come out right and say it, with the risk that he would say he didn't really love her but her supposed twin instead? She was confused.Her friends all warned her not to do it. When she told them she was going to tell him how he felt.

"You'll just get more hurt", they told her? "What will happen when in the heat of passion he ends up calling you Anne?"

It was genuine concern, and she was afraid of that too. But she had decided to stop living her life in fear. And rather to meet the fear head on. She did, and she was rewarded by knowing that Greg had similar feelings for her too. Her as a person, and not as a Anne look alike. And when in the heat of passion, it was her name that he called out, her joy knew no bound.

The visit to her mother had been the worst so far.?Greg had asked her to marry him. She was happy, and so had her mother when she called her with the news. But now she had gone to visit her during the weekend, and she had begged her to reconsider! Why? She had liked Greg when she first met him. Had sang praises of how well mannered he was. She had even jokingly asked just when Greg had planned to officially marry her daughter. Yet a few weeks later she had changed her mind. Insisting Greg was not the man for her only daughter. Frankie tried to understand her mother. She had been a single mother to Frankie and they had been through a lot. But her mother kept bringing up the fact that Greg had been raised by a single mother as a way of trying to make Frankie see they were not meant for each other. Whoever said children from single parents couldn't raise happy homes? Frankie had left her home feeling frustrated and annoyed at her mother. She was the only family she had. She wanted her to be happy for her, for them. Was that just so hard for her to understand?

The knock at the door startled Frankie. She reached for her watch and looked at the time. 6.15 Am. It was Sunday! Who would be knocking at Greg's door at this early hour? She shook Greg awake and he grumpily went for the door. She was about to snuggle and go back to sleep when a familiar voice had her jumping out of the bed and racing downstairs.

"MOM!" she just about shouted as she saw her standing in the middle of the room. "Mom, what are you doing here?" She quickly glanced at Greg who only shrugged dejectedly.

"Well, Fran, I am here to talk some sense into you..."

"Mom!!! Please!!!" Frankie's eyes just about bulged out!

"When I found out I was pregnant,"?Fran's mother continued,?"another woman your father was seeing was also pregnant. We gave birth on the same day. I found out because your dad told me he had decided to stay with the other woman. And even though that was the last I heard of him, I happen to meet the other woman when she came knocking on my door. Apparently, the scumbag had told him the same thing. That he was marrying me. So he left both of us. Frankie....she had a daughter. Anne. I'm sure you two have met." She added turning to Greg. Frankie looked at her mother, shocked. Why had she never told her this?

"I have a sister?" she asked in a whisper. All that was a bit too much to take.

"Had!" The mother clarified. Both faces turned to her, surprise registered on both of them, "She died about eight months ago in a car accident." The words sank in slowly. She had just lost a sister she never met. And Greg? Frankie looked up at him to see him looking at her sadly. Eight months ago, they had met. While her sister had been bringing them together, she had been dying. Greg looked like he had been reading Frankie's mind. Slowly he started making his way across the room to offer Frankie the support she needed.

"There is more," the woman continued. Two pairs of eyes turned and stared at her. She lifted a tearful face and looked at her daughter first, then at the man. "When I met your dad, there was a woman. They were not going out anymore......but she kept calling. She was pregnant and claimed George was the father. Of course he kept insisting he wasn't. Fran, the woman's name was Mary Wanjiru." Greg froze at mid stride. Slowly he turned and looked at the woman who looked right back at him with sadness in her eyes.

"She had a son...his name is Gregory Makusa!"

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