Rebecca Fine poured herself a cup of tea from a kettle she had brought to the office and took a few moments to relax. Even she needed a break sometimes.
She had been alone for five minutes when there was a knock at the door. It was Sarah. She looked like she had something on her mind. "What can I do for you, Sarah?" She asked, putting on her helpful expression.
"I...am afraid I did something I shouldn't have," Sarah said.
"What, dear?"
"I...wanted to be more like Karyn," Sarah said.
"You mentioned that."
"I swapped my bag of clothes with hers...so I could look more like she does. But it wasn't enough. I swapped our phones. And I took her clothes and left mine behind for her," Sarah looked at her. "I can't help myself."
Miss Fine looked a ther. Perhaps she had pushed this one a bit much. She was starting to sound obsessed. But it did demonstrate a useful moral flexibility on the part of Sarah. That once directed toward any goal, she'd do whatever she needed to achieve it. She wondered if she should help that play out.
"Sarah...this taking of Karyn's things, why do you think you are doing it? do you want to be more like Karyn, or do you want to be Karyn?"
