“You know that if you can see me, I can see you,” Clemence said around the strip of twine in her mouth. She removed it and finished tying up her hair. “Starey.” “I’m not staring,” said Mariel. “I can hardly see you.” “I can see you,” said Clemence. “I’ve got eyes like an owl. And legs like one too. Have you seen an owl’s legs? They go on for much longer than you’d expect.”
