"He wouldn't want you to keep Stephanie," the copy said. "He'd be jealous of any other copy or any other person, not really knowing how deep your affection is. I want to keep Stephanie, however. You decide, dear."
"I didn't want to keep her all along," Channing shouted. "At least that should prove I'm me. Maybe you don't like it, but that's me, that's the man you married."
"Listen to that, will you?" the copy said scornfully. "Not two weeks old yet, and already he's getting presumptuous."
"There!" cried Channing. "How would he know the copy's age, unless he's it?"
"From when all the complications started," the copy told him blandly.
"Leave me out of this," Ellen pleaded. "I'm all confused. I don't want both of you, I want my husband. I don't even care if he's angry about Stephanie, I just want him."
"I'm not angry—" began the copy.
"That's enough, you." Channing grabbed his arm firmly and steered him from the house. "There are other ways to settle this."
"Like what?"
"Like you'll see. First of all, we'd better get our job back. Then, I'm beginning to get an idea."