Tina and Gina, twins and besties, stopped for froyo at the mall’s elbow-bend. Both were short-listed for Homecoming Queen. Both were gown-shopping.
Best grades, best teeth, best hair.
Identical. Except for the mole, on Gina’s left cheek.
“It’s a beauty mark,” Mom always said, kissing the sinister imperfection, which had averted a thousand mix-ups.
“May the best twin win!” Tina raised her yogurt tub.
Positioning her head just so, Gina saw an improved reflection in the plate glass corner. Almost hers, but with two right cheeks. Flawless.
Her reflection shattered, as she impaled her yogurt with a jagged spork.