Mrs. Segal smiled. Rikki and Goldie were identical; from their sparkling blue eyes to the dimples in their cheeks. Rikki, older by three and a half minutes, was the epitome of fashion and grace. Not a hair was out of place and nary a wrinkle in her attire. She was poised, refined and always in style. Her eye for color and detail was astounding. Goldie on the other hand, personified comfort and ease. Her hair in a simple pony, she preferred a polo and long slinky skirt. She was neat, presentable and free spirited. Not terribly adept in colors and detail, Goldie let Rikki choose all her clothing.

Rikki was already modeling the next outfit. “This is not sophisticated enough for me. How about for you, Goldie?”

Goldie looked at her twin wearing a simple but pretty gray skirt and matching cardigan. “Turn around, Rikki. Let me see that back.”

Rikki gladly obliged.

“Thanks, Rikki,” Goldie said, “I look really good in it.”

Their mother smiled. Shopping with her girls was usually a breeze. If only daily living was this easy.