She was in the middle of swallowing them when he mentioned where he got them, and they stuck in her throat in a little lump. "Oh," she said, and drank some coffee to wash them down. Sam liked Helen well enough, just based on their few meetings, but Helen was the kind of feminine woman that Sam had never been able to be--or really wanted to be--but always felt a little insecure around anyway. Looking pretty much exactly like her didn't really help.

"You um, met Helen?"