“Why can’t we go find a plate of roasted potatoes if we’re legs of lamb, or pots of cream if we’re strawberries?” Effie asked. “Precisely.” “Like those years we spent the Christmas holidays at school,” Simon said. “And for that matter, that’s exactly what we’ve done here, isn’t it?” He waved his hand around in the space between them. “Unknowingly, perhaps. But we’re a sort of found family, are we not?” “A found family. Oh, that’s lovely, Simon,” Effie said. “Yes, we found each other at school, and we made a family.”
