“Can we just leave it?” I asked. “No, darling. And I think we should start with why her name isn’t Katrina.” I blinked at my grandmother. “Ah—“ “Close your mouth, you look like a fish.” I snapped my mouth shut. “I never spoke of Katrina by name to you. I’m almost certain.” “True, you didn’t. But there was a little article written about you when you attended the Protect the Bees benefit gala. She was mentioned by name, and I saw it.”
