"You mean burglars? Squatters? Who are these strangers? Why don't you
call the Police to evict them? It could be dangerous, you know!"
She waved away my concerned pleas impatiently:
"I can't call the police to evict them because they have assumed the
bodies of my family members."
When she saw the bafflement in my eyes, she reiterated slowly, as if
aiming to get through to a slow-witted, yet cherished, interlocutor:
"These invaders - they look like my husband and my son. But they are
not. They are doubles. They are somehow wrong, fake, ersatz, if you know
what I mean."