My Friend’s Twin is Actually Her Daughter

My first stop on my big road trip is at my friend Wendy’s house. We went to school in France together and like to pretend we are still in college. Although I have come to Wendy’s before and even spent the night, I somehow have always missed meeting her daughter Jackie.
For the longest time I wondered if Jackie was some kind of child spy because she would be away during the school year as well as the summer. At last on this visit I finally got to meet Jackie and it is like seeing Wendy when we first became friends in college. Jackie is actually two years older than Wendy was when we were in France together.
As I sat across the dinner table from the two of them it was like seeing double. Wendy has not aged one minute and somehow she has a daughter who looks not just like Wendy did at 19, but amazing like Wendy still looks. Wendy’s husband also has not aged in the looks department so Jackie has hit the genetics jackpot.
Talking to Jackie is like hearing Wendy thirty-seven years ago. I can close my eyes and imagine we are in Nantes, buying croissant and listening to Linda Ronstadt albums at the French record store. It is kind of cool that I never met her as a little girl because I probably would not have thought I was seeing double like I do now.  
I’m not sure how thirty-seven years could have gone by in a blink. Yes, I’ve lived a lot in those years, but I can so easily put myself back there. The only difference is now I can’t eat the croissant but records are making a comeback.  
Thanks to Wendy, Jeff and Jackie for providing the best first place to stop on my big trip.