The next day, Jessica sped away from Mr Regis' downtown office, drove directly to her new home, slammed the door of her bedroom, and plopped on her neatly made bed. Her housekeeper Marta shook her head on seeing her mistress' sour disposition. She knew that Miss Jessica was flighty, impulsive, very lazy, and prone to sulkiness when she didn't get her way. She had learned to keep her mouth shut while around her employers, and to keep the house spotlessly clean. She had learned that Miss Jessica liked to make a mess whenever she went out anywhere, and it was her job to fold and hang her clothes whenever her closet had it's daily volcanic style eruption.

Jessica had a terrible headache, and nausea ran through her body.

This has been the worst day of my life,! she screamed into the pillow. She lay on her stomach and punched at the mattress. She picked up a couple of her pillows and threw them angrily across the room.

How dare he, how dare he give me that stupid test! I'd love to wipe that smug look off his bony face!

She had walked into Mr Regis' office in her best imitation of her sister. No one would be able to tell she wasn't Liz. She handed him her sister's passport and thought she was home free. He explained to her that he attempted to contact her at her New York address, but when he didn't hear from her, he went ahead and sent her the letter at her parent's house.

This means Liz probably knows nothing about this, Jessica thought excitedly. This is working out much better than I thought!

I just need you to sign a few papers and …..

He prattled on about taxes, investments, but Jessica wasn't listening.

Her hand was itching to sign on the dotted line, to sign what would hopefully soon fatten her starving bank account.

Imagine her surprise when that idiot, that conniving moron,! gave her a sheet of paper and told her he would hand her the check as soon as she gave him her social security number and as soon as she answered a few simple questions for him. The social security number was a potential problem, but nothing that Jessica wouldn't be able to find a solution to. There had to be a way to get the number somehow. She'd worry about all the legal stuff later. But the questions? It was then that the bright smile on her pretty face dropped like an out of control elevator, and her head started to pound as she examined the papers Mr Regis handed to her. Jessica's jaw almost dropped in horror.

A test? She had to take a test? What the hell was this? Chemistry equations? Covalent bonds? Ionic Bonding? Elements? She looked at Mr Regis, an incredulous look on her face. How did he expect her to know these things?

I'm, I'm not feeling too well, Jessica said weakly. She stalled, trying in vain to to compose herself.

I mean, I miss Devon so much, it's just too hard.

The lawyer nodded sympathetically. I'm sorry Elizabeth, but you seem to be having problems with your memory. Mr Whitelaw assured me that you were an excellent chemistry student. It seems you need a refresher course. Why don't you return when you have a better grasp of the subject matter?

Mr Regis smirked at her. That's alright Elizabeth, you can come back another time, when your memories are better.

It's the smug, condescending way he said it. He had to know she was lying, that she wasn't Liz!

She grabbed her purse and practically ran out of the lawyer's office in humiliation.

This had to be some kind of cruel joke. A joke set up by that crackpot excuse for a lawyer, by Devon and perhaps Elizabeth too! She was probably in on it.

Damn them! If Devon really is dead, then I know for sure he's burning in hell somewhere, laughing his ass off at me!

And Liz! They did it on purpose! And the worse part was, even if she could somehow understand any of that incredibly boring chemistry nonsense, there was no way she'd be able to answer the rest of the questions that he presented her with. How on earth was she supposed to know the name of the bar where Devon and Elizabeth last met? Or what they talked about on their first date? This whole thing was a nightmare.

I wish I never opened that stupid letter!

Jessica furiously got up from her bed, pulled the letter from her purse, tore it in the smallest pieces that she could, and threw them in the fireplace. She grabbed a matchbook and lit a flame, threw it into the hearth, and watched as the charred paper fizzled into nothingness. She was tempted to burn Elizabeth's passport too. To teach her a lesson. But she decided against it. Liz would probably get that money eventually. The lawyer was sure to try to contact her again. Then she would come home and get everything for herself.

Dammit! Jessica kicked the foot of her bed.

It was so unfair! Elizabeth always won! She remembered when they went to the south of France and worked as au pairs for three royal children. Elizabeth and Todd had broken up the night before they left Sweet Valley and Liz was beyond miserable. After a few days on the job, she and her sister had gotten into a huge fight, about what Jessica now couldn't even remember, but she was mad enough at Liz and wanted some revenge.

Todd had sent a letter to Elizabeth. He likely paid a small fortune to send it via express mail from Sweet Valley all the way to France. It probably contained plenty of drivel about how much he loved her and wanted her back. In a fit of jealousy and anger, Jessica intercepted it, and burned it to a crisp, just like she did with Mr Regis' letter.

Well, I have Todd now, she thought, trying to console herself. I won't get eight million dollars, but Todd makes a lot of money, and he's sure to make more money as time goes by and he proves to be more valuable as a player.

Jessica yawned, tired from the disappointment of the day. She was a lot more tired these days, her pregnancy was taking a toll on her usual energy. She'd have to cheer up. She softened her thoughts towards Elizabeth.

Maybe Liz will get the money, and share it with me. Our birthday has already passed, but we can still celebrate together, like old times. And I'll have to return her passport too… We can even take a trip somewhere! Her sister was one of the most generous people she knew.

As soon as she forgives me for marrying Todd, it will be better. I'll just have to work on that, she smiled as she pulled Elizabeth's too tight pants off and changed into her own clothes.

Jessica yawned again as she slumped in her bed and drifted off to sleep...


It was a muggy July evening, when Elizabeth was sitting on her bed studying when the phone rang.

Liz? She heard Chris call out from behind the door. Telephone,! he said. She picked up the extension.

Hello,? she said.

Hi Liz? A familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line.

Alex?

Yes it's me, Enid. You can call me Enid Liz. The whole Alex thing was so… silly I guess.

Oh no, Alex is a beautiful name. But I'll always think of you as Enid. So how are you? It's been so long.

Too long.

Liz, I know it's short notice. I got your number from your Mom. I was thinking of flying over to New York for a few days. And… Well, I was wondering…. if I could stay with you?

This was strange. This was very strange. Why would Enid, her former best friend, want to come all the way over to New York and stay with her?

You don't have to say yes Liz. If you don't want to see me, I can always get a hotel.

No, no, Enid, I would love to see you. It's just that, well, my place isn't very nice. I only have a bedroom really, everything else I have to share with my room mates. They all very nice and won't mind if I have a guest for a few days. I mean, if you come, it will be a tight squeeze. But we'll manage. I want you to come, Elizabeth assured her.

I'm very surprised to hear from you. I have so much to tell you.

Me too, Enid said. So you're sure it's OK to come?

Sure. Just tell me the date and time and I'll come meet you. Have you already booked a flight?

I have.

So when will you be here?

On Friday evening. Flight is USAir 3401. I think we touch down at 7:40.

Sure, let me write that down, Elizabeth said, grabbing a pen.

Well, is there anything you want me to bring you from Sweet Valley?

Some nice clear skies would be nice. Or how about some ice cream from Casey's?

Enid laughed. I'll try to get those. If not you'll have to settle for a hot fudge sundae at Mc Donald's. Seriously Liz, anything you can think of?

Not really. Maybe I'll call my Mom, see if she has anything for me? I'll have her call you if she does.

Sure Liz. I'll wait for her call just in case.

I'll see you Friday then?

Yes, if plans change, I'll always call. And Liz?

Hmmm?

Thanks. For letting me stay with you, and for not hanging up the phone when you heard it was me.

Enid, I'd never do that.

I know. So see you Friday?

It's a plan. I'm looking forward to it. Bye Enid!

Bye Liz, Enid said, putting down the phone.