“That is my other life,” said Perdita. “I’m adopted.” “Oh…I’m sorry—forgive me, I didn’t…” “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m adopted. So what?” “Would you ever want to find your real parents?” “In what sense would they be my parents? I mean, is a parent the person who provides you with the raw materials of life or the person who raises you? I love Shep. He’s the one who’s my father.”
