‘When she’s being Spark, she’s pretty.’ ‘She is,’ Lant said quietly. I fought to keep from smiling. ‘So that’s who she really is? A girl named Spark?’ That was a harder question. ‘Spark is whoever she is. Sometimes that’s Ash. It’s like being a father and a son and perhaps a husband. All different facets of the same person.’ He nodded. ‘But it was easier to talk to Ash. We had better jokes.’
