"As if you're one to give advice. Look at the worthless nobody you married." Selma was standing by her kitchen counter, berating Marge.

Marge's eyes were wide and pink with brimming emotion, "You don't mean that."

"Stop it, Marge," Patty interceded, "Just because you're unhappy with who you have doesn't mean Selma has to be."

Marge stared at her two older sisters. How had it come to this? She'd come only to make amends with her two sisters, but Selma's newest beau was sitting in wait eyeballing her from the start. He was another dishonest sleaze, another in a long line of Selma's bad decisions. He'd treat her horribly like every other man she'd welcomed in and break her heart. She was so trusting of the wrong people, and Patty had turned a blind eye for too long. She had to break it to Selma. She deserved better. She deserved someone not inflicted with relationship ADD.

But Selma took offense at this and Marge had lit the fuse to a bomb in the room.

"He likes me. He's different from the others. We might even get married."

"Selma, please..." Marge pleaded.

"We didn't ask for your advice." Patty cutting her off, "We didn't even ask for you to come here. Did we?"

Now Selma was crying, "Just leave."

Marge watched Patty hug Selma as she turned and headed back for the door.

Once again Selma's newest almost fiance gave Marge a once-over. Marge shivered as she left the same way she'd come in.

Back in her car she broke out into tears. She felt as though she were stuck in an endless cycle. Why did she keep doing this to herself?

"What's wrong with you, Marge Simpson?" she stretched her arms over the top of the steering wheel and hung her head in defeat. She shouldn't have felt sorry for herself. It was her two sisters that were troubled. Not herself.

But they were all she had. They were her family. They came from the same place that she did.

"Marge, you can't listen to them..." Homer held her tightly the next morning.

"They're all I have. They're my family." she shrugged.

"You have me. You have us. We're your family."

"I know. I know." Marge nodded and he held her tighter. But she knew it wasn't the same. They were her sisters. They were in her blood, part of her identity, part of her perspective even if they were lingering at the very edge of that perspective.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Homer leaned in, gazing into her eyes.

Marge nodded and forced her best smile.

"Okay. I've got to go to work. But I'm gonna call you." Homer hugged her one last time.

Despite his own habit of self-indulgence it was impossible to ignore what Marge was going through. If anything this made him hate his in-laws even more. The way they treated his wife. Their own blood.

Heading out the door his thoughts were a mixture of worry for Marge and contempt for Patty and Selma.

The knock came at the door around noon. Marge was still putting away the plates in the cupboard when she turned to answer the door.

"Yes?" she answered, pulling open the door to reveal on the other side a bespectacled little man in a fedora.

He peered curiously in at her, "Marge? Marge Simpson?"

"Yes."

"I'm a private eye from the West Coast. I was hired by a Ms. Leigh Summers to find you."

"Who asked you to find me?"

"Leigh Summers. Formerly Leigh Peters. Formerly Leigh Bouvier. She paid me to find her sister. That would be you."

"I have another sister?" Marge's hair stood on end.

"A half-twin according to my research into your genealogy."

"I have a twin?"

"May I come in please?"

"Absolutely. Can I take your coat?"

Marge took a seat at the kitchen table beside the small man. She felt reborn. She felt embraced. She felt she wasn't an alien in her own family. Someone was reaching out. Someone, the other half of her.

The private eye reached into his coat, hanging beside the table and pulled from a hidden pocket a 4X6 picture of Leigh.

Marge stared at it, there was definitely a resemblance to the woman smiling on the front steps of the gorgeous mansion. But her hair was long and straight down the woman's back, her figure fuller and lips fuller. Her nose, more impish and upturned than Marge's.

"You said she was my twin..."

"Half-twin. Not identical."

Marge nodded, her spirits still lifted none the less, "And she was looking for me?"

"For a few months now."

"Can I meet her?"

He reached into the same pocket and pulled out an airline ticket, "She arranged for you to meet her this weekend."

"This weekend?"

"I said I wasn't sure you were the one I was looking for, but in the last phone call, she said she didn't want to chance waiting any longer to meet you."

The ends of Marge's lips curled up into a profound smile. She was so overcome with hopefulness. She couldn't wait to meet her sister.

Homer was sad to see Marge go, but he realized what the trip meant to her. Their inability to reach the private eye and through him her sister to ask for tickets for the rest of her family was an inconvenience, they didn't have the money to afford to buy their own tickets, but Marge was only happy to be going at all.

The thought occurred to her, as the plane finally touched down in LA, that the woman she was going to meet was the first truly successful woman in her family. A self-suficient woman, one who could afford to pay a private eye for such an endeavor or chance buying tickets she couldn't later refund.

There was no mention of a husband from the private eye. In fact, there was little mention of anything about her sister. What she was doing in Beverly Hills or why the sudden desire to meet her.

There was mention of a letter from her mother, one that may have mentioned her. Though it annoyed her to think that her mother kept a twin sister a secret from her, she could care less now that she actually had the opportunity to meet her.

Stepping out of the terminal, a limousine driver holding a sign with Marge's name in brilliant italics stripped her of any doubt that her sister was anything but a success story.

After settling down in a hotel, the driver drove her to a beautiful cafe area in Beverly Hills where striding past a courtyard she spotted the face from the picture.

"Leigh?" she asked of the gorgeous girl in the powder blue hair. She could've been a supermodel.

"Marge?" the woman bolted out of her chair and quickly embraced Marge, "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you."

"Same here. You can't believe how much of a relief it is that I have another sister."

"I've come into a great deal of money recently and was finally able to afford indulging in one of life's biggest questions. And now I know I'm not alone."

Marge beamed with adulation. She felt the same way.

"So tell me about yourself, Marge." She took a seat, watching Marge do the same.

"No. No. I told the private eye, he must've told you. Tell me everything about you."

"Okay. You win, Marge. I've been in the hills for about a year and a half. I moved here to escape my crazy ex. I had no money and then all of a sudden a business opportunity came about and suddenly I had the means to take a breather and find you."

"Wow. What're... Do you mean like stocks or..."

"No. I'm a model now."

"I knew it. I knew it. You're so beautiful and well dressed. I knew you just had to be a model. Have you done anything recently I might've seen?"

"Maybe your husband. I'm a model for Playboy."

Marge felt her stomach clench in unease. "Playboy? You mean like some high-class..."

"Yes. The men's magazine. Oh, Marge its so exciting. I live at the mansion. I drive a corvette. You can't imagine."

Marge sat, frozen in her seat, stunned by the absurd turn this conversation had taken.

"Oh, and you must meet Hef, Marge. It would mean so much to me. You can meet my friends. You'd love them."

"Leigh, I'm not sure my husband would approve. Or I would approve of going to... or meeting..."

"Oh, Marge. They're not like that. Not at all. They took me in. I think they deserve to know my family a little better. Get to know where I came from."

"I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable. I don't think I approve of your life choices."

"Well don't give up on me that quick, Marge. I went through a lot of grief to reach out to you. Can't you extend the same courtesy to me? It won't cost you anything."

"I'm afraid it will though."

"Oh, don't be so dismissive of people. You haven't even met my friends yet. Here. We'll leave this very moment."

Marge's mouth gaped open in shock as Leigh hooked her arm onto Marge's and escorted her back to the limo.

"Geoffrey. Take us to the mansion. Its time for Marge here to meet the rest of the family. My extended family."