“You don’t even know what you are.” “And what’s that?” “Your mother’s from Mallard! Where mine’s from. They’re twins. They look exactly alike and even you would see it—” Kennedy laughed. “You’re crazy.” “No, your mother’s crazy. She’s been lying to you your whole life.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but by then, it was too late. She had rung the bell, and all her life, the note would hang in the air.
