Miranda bundled her sketchbook away. “We have so much to catch up on. How is Uncle Badger? Is it right that I still call you Auntie Lou and Uncle Badger? I’m old enough now to understand we’re not properly related, even if it feels like we are. It would be such a shame to stop, though, wouldn’t it? Except Uncle Badger is Lord Marleigh now. Which must be such a strange experience, sad and happy at the same time.” There was a long silence. Until, finally, Lady Marleigh observed, “You do know, don’t you, that you don’t have to utter every thought that enters your head?” “Yes, I do know. I just
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