This is your cousin, Jeanne. And I'm your twin sister, Barocca. Mom was never very imaginative with names, and since we look so similar, we decided ...o just keep the same name, when we came to the Island." The clone smiled, and nodded in seeming acceptance at what Barocca had just said.Barocca gave Jeanne a deliberate wink when her gaze was turned from the clone. It wasn't the most believable story ever invented, granted. But it would do for the spur of the moment, and satisfy the clone's. The director positioned the three male actors off to one side of the main set, where they stood side by side. He nodded to the lighting guy, who flicked some switches, brilliantly lighting the area of the bed, especially the vacant side, where the lead actor was supposed to enter.“Okay, new girl,” Paul called as his eyes zeroed in on Rachel. She pointed to herself questioningly. He nodded. “Yes, you. Can you go down the hall and let Justin know we’re ready for him. And you can take your jacket. E-friend? Helluva time we were livin' in. The old rules weren't the only rules anymore. I had to wonder what Dear Abby would've been sayin' about this e-stuff. I smiled at that. Dear Abby had an opinion on damn near everything. I saw there was a light on in the kitchen. I could smell tea brewing. I looked at the clock on the living room wall: it was 1:00AM. She was still up. She looked over at me when I came in and sat down. "I chatted with him," she said. I looked at her and she came to me. I decided to see if I could cut it. “Clearly you were expecting someone taller,” I said lightly. “I have a few stamps left before I can cash in my ‘dirty old man’ certificate, but I’m working on it.”That got a little laugh and it seemed like there was a little less awkwardness in the room.“Let’s order dinner and then we can get to know each other while it’s prepared,” I suggested. There were menus set at each of our places and we all opened them. The first thing I noticed was that there were no.