#actually he just wants a pawn in his little game of chess

Rand: I always wanted a son. 

Rand, laughing: No one knows this, but for the first year of her life, I made up Reagan like a boy and told everybody that she was my son.

Rand: But just for a few times.

Rand, still laughing: I didn’t want to mess with her head.

Rand: When she found the pictures, I told her that it was her twin brother who died.