Sure, she declared, Children of Light was expensive, but Alex Goddard was a deeply spiritual man who really took the time to get to know you, even practically begged you to come to his clinic-commune and go through his course of mind-body fertility treatment. But when she insisted she just wanted to adopt, he obligingly found Rachel for her. How could she be anything but grateful? She was so happy, she wanted everybody in the world to know about him.
As she bubbled on, I found my attention wandering to Rachel, who'd just escaped from the crew keeping her in the kitchen and was running through the living room, singing a song from Sesame Street. Something about the way she moved was very evocative.
Where've I seen her before? Then it dawned on me. Her walk made me think of Kevin. Actually, everything about her reminded me of Kevin. Were all kids starting to look the same? God, I wanted them both.
Yeah, I thought, daydreaming of holding her, she's Kevin all over again, clear as day. She's a dead ringer to be his older sister. It feels very strange.
Or maybe I was just seeing things. To some extent all babies looked alike, right? That is, until you have one of your own.
I had to swallow hard, to try to collect my thoughts. Carly and Paula scarcely even knew each other. If Rachel really was Kevin's sister, they'd never know anything about it.
Incredible . . . it was just too big a coincidence.
But still. . . and what about the film footage? Show close- ups of the kids, and anybody not legally blind was going to see the similarity. . . .
Why would somebody give up two children for adoption? I found myself wondering. Giving up one was tragic enough.
"Cut." I waved at everybody. "Take ten. We need to recharge here, take a break and stretch."