“We’re not spying,” the woman says to me. “It’s just that Charlie has been refusing to give up any details about the mystery girl across the bay, so I thought we’d come say hello ourselves and drag you out for a bit. Happy birthday, by the way. How was the cake? Charlie refused to give me, his pregnant sister-in-law, a taste.” I glance at Charlie. “I know. She talks a lot,” he says. “You forgot the part where you introduce yourself, Pers.” She waves. “Sorry. I’m Persephone, but please call me Percy, and this is Sam.”
