Listen to the Evil Twin by Samantha Memi

Aug 23 2012

Good Samantha was on her way to the church hall to help distribute food to the poor. Bad Samantha saw a dress in a shop window and said to Good Samantha,

“Get off the bus and try on the dress.”

Good Samantha replied, “No, I’ve got to help people, and not think of myself all the time.”

Bad Samantha said, “If you don’t think of yourself occasionally you won’t be happy and if you’re not happy you can’t be a role model. because the people you help won’t want to be miserable like you, but if you’re happy then others will want to join you and the work you do will expand and you will be able to help more people.”

Good Samantha thought about this, then she got off the bus and went into the shop. She tried on the dress but thought it too revealing, too sexy, not her at all, but Bad Samantha said, “Don’t just think what you like all the time, think what your husband will like, think of the pleasure he will get from your soft body in the silky smooth dress.” But Good Samantha was sure Bad Samantha had once told her to buy a dress and all that had happened was that she’d had a one night stand with a stranger.

“What about the little black dress over there,” said Bad Samantha.

“I’ve got a little black dress.”

“Not as nice as that one.”

Good Samantha tried on the dress. It felt good against her skin. Showed off her curves, didn’t make her look a tart, just sexy. She bought the dress. But then realised she needed shoes to go with it. So she went shoe shopping. By the time she’d found the shoes she liked it was too late to go to the church hall. She phoned and apologised, said she was ill. They said, Don’t worry, get well soon, and she felt guilty for lying. She went home and Bad Samantha put on the dress and shoes and lazed on the sofa with a magazine. Good Samantha, full of remorse, didn’t object.

Her husband came home, liked what his wife was wearing, said, “Ooh, that’s sexy,” and husband and wife did what husbands and wives have always done, right there on the sofa, and then on the floor.

Bad Samantha was happy and smiled inside and said, I’ve won.

Good Samantha thought about the nice conversations she could have had with the other helpers, and the sense of satisfaction she always got from helping others. Her husband looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong?” She smiled and kissed him.

“Nothing,” she said, “Are you happy?”

He smiled.

At least she’d done someone some good, and that pleased her.

Samantha Memi is a patisserie chef in London. Her recipes for a happy life can be found at http://samanthamemi.weebly.com/

2 responses so far

  1. Samantha’s Memi’s story is delightful, but the formatting is wrong. Is there something that could be done to fix it? I really enjoyed “Listen to the Evil Twin,” but the formatting is distracting.

  2. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I think it’s resolved.

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