"And on a more personal basis," she continued, "the new Bridget would be cut off from Howard and from our children. I know I wouldn’t be able to ‘share’ them with her, and Howard told me flat out that he’d be completely weirded out by the idea. I try to imagine myself waking up and realizing that I’m the copy, that I’ll never again be with Howard and the kids—" Her lips quivered as she struggled to regain control. I waited quietly, giving her as much time as she needed.