“It’s a shame about the dress, Duck,” her mother said from behind them, running a finger along the split seam, her fingernail grazing Piglet’s rib cage. “I don’t think she’s going to be using it again, Mum,” Franny said, pulling away from her sister. Her mother shook her head, opening a mossy clutch bag, and withdrew three folded notes. “Here,” she said. “In case it helps.” Franny did the same, opening her bag, offering Piglet her phone back. She took it, seeing Margot’s name.
