Side by side, as seen on Joanna’s laptop, Rockefeller and Samuel are physically
interchangeable—even Juliana detects no outward difference. Psychologically
viewed, however—inferred by factors less tangible, especially in as much as the
photographs are static—she who birthed the twins knows which is which. Sam is hers and Fell is his, no two ways about it. Odd that the
latter’s betrothed could have gotten the pair confused, which Joanna maintains
staunchly—and is the reason 'Mom' mistrusts yet approves of her all the more; to
prefer Sam over Fell is to endorse of her single-parenthood.
"Let me get this straight, Sam. You propose to marry your long-lost brother’s
Sam, a bit perturbed to find himself on the defensive when his mother is
responsible for twenty-two years of deception, bristles at her failure to
apologize or even to explain her rationale for having kept him in the dark about
"Aren’t you going to tell me...?"
"Why I never told you?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, what a way to learn I’m not an only child."
and Joanna swap self-conscious looks.
Juliana remains in shock...
from seeing photos of her other son... confirming his whereabouts...
reviving her maternal devastation when he suddenly disappeared... was stolen
by that maniac whose egocentric influence is stamped all over Rockefeller... so
much more like Stuyvesant than Sam ever could be... she hopes... she asserts...
she reaffirms to herself in a solemn vow; keeping them apart perhaps the only
way that Sam can stay uncontaminated.
Rockefeller privy to your nuptial plans?"
Joanna takes her cue.
knows I’m angry. He knows the wedding is off and that I’m pregnant with his baby
and that I’m having it regardless. He doesn’t know, unless his father
has told him, that he has an identical twin. And he certainly doesn’t know that Sam and
I have met, or that we’re happily engaged."
"But he’ll find out."
but at the moment Fell’s too busy with one of your ex-husband’s lab-rat monstrosities, some Bride of
Frankenstein floozy he genetically engineered."
vehemence with which Joanna blabs this cutting accusation staggers her addressees into
silence; both mother and son react as if appalled—Juliana giving credence to the charge,
Sam still incredulous, until Joanna plays
the video that Rockefeller shot (pre Falk Foundation fire).