In every photograph, Harriet’s features were those of a woman whose design has been arrived at by taking those of Feely, Daffy, and me and shaking them in a jar before reassembling them into this grinning, confident, yet endearingly shy adventuress.
Almost like that's how genetics work. I'm glad her features don't change between pictures, that would be kind of weird. And since I don't know anything about what you three look like, this means nothing
