The misty clouds descended from the gray sky and soon stretched out their arms covering the whole city of London in gloom and uncertainty. Growing factories began spewing black smoke that spread faster and faster with each passing day. So it became a normality in our little corner of the world, but I felt that this smog was going to be something out of the ordinary. The whole family was unaware of the dark stratus clouds outside. They were too busy preparing for my brother's wedding. “James Weatherby!” Open your door, darling,” Mary complained outside my room, “You have to try on your suit!” “I would love to try on the suit, darling, but I just can’t replace my brother,” I replied. I leaned on the open door. She replied, “I deeply apologize, my dear. leaving no time to respond. I dove into my cozy bed and started reading a JD Salinger book. Distraction was my only escape from his tempting invitations. Why did Father choose James? He was supposed to cast me as Mary White. He knew I was stronger. He knew I was better. He knew I was smarter. He knew I loved him more. He knew... A woman kept screaming outside my door, breaking my train of thought. I opened the door once more and saw Mary's evil double standing there irritably. "That's why my twin sister hates you," Lalaurie pointed out, "well, it's either you try on your 'dress' or you think of a nice plan t-" "A plan!" Lala, you finally used your brain for once! What does it do? I replied happily. Suddenly, angrily, she pushed me further into my room and rushed out of my peripheral vision while muttering words of hatred towards me. I was only too happy to notice his absence. Too middle of paper......fe," Lalaurie said heartlessly. "I guess birds of the same feather flock together, huh? I told him nervously. She looked at me in confusion and quickly understood what I meant. She cried for her lost lover and I quickly followed her actions. We sat on the standard king-size bed and prayed for forgiveness for our misdeeds. On December 9, 1952, news reports said that thick fog mixed with black smoke emitted from homes and factories had killed a thousand people and counting. Our family members never found the whereabouts of the real bodies of James Weatherby and Mary White and quickly dropped the case. As for my hateful wife and I, we tried to live normally among others. Nobody knew what had happened. No one ever pointed the finger at us. No one ever doubted that they were the perpetrators because our story has never been told until now..