After the ‘disposal’ , Trish went back to her room and celebrated her victory . The next morning , she went to the cafeteria to drink some tasty milkshake . But something felt odd about her …

Trish : Over and done with . Finished and forgotten . No that’s not true ! There’s no question of forgetting . Just the apposite . Every minute of every hour . I mentally hug myself and give a silent shout of “Whoope ! Finnally free ! Alone at last !” . Even Dad noticed a change in me . “Your’e looking wonderful today ,” he said . “Suddenly you’re bright as a button !”.

“I feel terrific ,” I said . “Can I have a chocolate milkshake ? “Have as many as you like.”

“Just one ,” Isaid . “Who needs two ?” “There’s only one me ! No longer do I have to remind another me to wipe chocolate froth from it’s greedy mouth . No longer do I have to hear the other Me’s corny “Yum-yum!” noises whenever milkshakes are mentioned . From now on , there’s only one me . You’ve no idea how bright the future the looks . Too bad about Trish of course . “Down the hatch!” I said . “Happy memories , Idon’t think . But that’ something I must remember from now on – my name . It’s not Clo anymore . Now I’m Trish . Trish , that’s me .