Yvette

“What I’m saying is this: Hazel One always wore her brown hair down, and Hazel Two always wore her brown hair in a ponytail—and that’s how I could tell them apart. And in that one impossible moment, I watched Hazel One become Hazel Two right before my eyes. Like a horror movie. I gasped out loud at the sight. “Wait…” I said, taking a step back. “What just happened?” “When?” Hazel Two asked, starting to sweep. “Are you Hazel One or Hazel Two?” Now she looked up. I could feel the confusion in her expression. “Huh?” “Of the two Hazels who work here,” I said, with a feeling like this question was already doomed, “which one are you?” A pause. Then she shook her head. “I’m the only Hazel who works here.” “Always?” I asked. “Has there ever been another Hazel working here?” “Nope,” Hazel said, getting back to sweeping. “Just me.” Oh, my god. There was only one Hazel who worked here. The girl with the bob and the girl with the ponytail were the same person.”
― Katherine Center, Hello Stranger