She knew why she couldn't get her mind off of the bust of Janus she saw sitting in the window of a gallery in Rome. That didn't make it any easier for her. It was a statue of a Roman god for pity's sake. She couldn't own it no matter how it spoke to her.
But at night, when she closed her eyes, she saw that bust – a man's head with two faces, one looking forward, the other back. Sometimes, when she fell asleep, the bust changed, and the faces looking forward and back were hers – hers and Yumi's – one placid and smiling, the other snarling and vicious.
Sometimes when she thought about that sculpture, she wondered about her soul. Did she have two souls? One for Yumi and one for Yumiko? She hated wondering that because it made her wonder if she only had one soul because there was really only one person.
She decided she didn't need that sculpture after all.