"THE SOLUTION IS OBVIOUS," Suzanne said. "You just have to be me." Nora Clark knew she was in trouble the moment she heard her twin sister utter those words. She tightened her grip on the phone and paced across her small kitchen. "Tell me I just misheard you. Tell me this cell phone connection is so bad you didn't really say what I think I just heard." "You have to do this, Nora. You've gotta take my place." Irritation rolled through Nora. She'd been support-ing her sister for two years as she tried to build a personal shopping business. Now Suzanne wanted her to be the personal shopper? Enough was enough. "Your biggest client wants you to do a rush job for her son. The correct answer is--you get off that cruise and come home." "I'm on the Inside Passage, remember? Alaska? Open water. Icebergs. You don't just jump off cruise ships up here." Suzanne's voice turned pleading. "Please, I can't afford to lose this account." Nora gritted her teeth. "I know you need this job. I know Camille Lamont is a famous author and is con-nected enough to launch your business--" "Then do the job for me. Think about it. If I keep Camille as a client, it could get me out of your hair--not to mention your house." Suzanne paused. "Maybe then you'd have time to date." "Suzanne!" "Nora!" Her sister mimicked her annoyed tone. "How about if I go to the appointment as myself, and explain that you're on a seventeen-day cruise--" "No! What will his mother think when she learns I sent someone who knows next to nothing about personal shopping to meet with her son?" Suzanne groaned. "I can see this account waving goodbye al-ready." "Then, you just have to come back to San Francisco and meet with her yourself," Nora said as evenly as pos-sible. "We're practically in grizzly territory up here. Prob-ably polar bear, too." Nora snorted. "I doubt the bear populations will be attacking you at the next port of call--or the airport, for that matter." "Nora." Suzanne's voice dropped low. "When Kee-gan called off our wedding, I thought I would die. I need this cruise. Even you said it was a good idea. The Lamont account is important to me, but I'm just not up to it yet. I've only been on the ship one day. What kind of a respite is that?" Nora dropped into a kitchen chair as she tried to rea-son everything out. Suzanne had really hit bottom when Keegan dumped her. And though Nora had never been able to understand her sister's devastation over losing that idiot, she had agreed time away might help Suzanne heal. Still, that didn't mean Nora taking her place was a good idea. "Suzanne, we may look the same but that's where the similarity ends. I'm a physical therapist.You're a personal shopper.You're loose and carefree. I'm, not." "I'll say." "What?" "Sorry. Sorry." "Anyway, pretending to be you, even for one meet-ing, is like, expecting apples to be oranges." "You didn't used to be an apple. You just became one over the years." "I did not." Indignation rose up inside her. "Then why do you keep staying in that hospital P.T. job when you hate it? Come on, I know your com-plaints by heart." Suzanne's voice took on a singsong quality. "Once people have surgery, all you do is make sure they can use a walker and get out of a chair, and then--boom!--they're gone. Discharged. You never get to see rehab through to the end." "It's important work," Nora said. Suzanne just kept talking. "And what about that new sports medicine rehab center the hospital's opening? They have to hire someone--and you haven't even ap-plied yet, have you?" The truth in her words irritated Nora more than the know-it-all tone in her voice. "Suzanne, when you grow up you discover you can't have everything. You become--" "Dull. But you don't have to."Ford, Pamela is the author of 'Sister Switch ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373714049 and ISBN 0373714041.