“Well, they won’t find much. Not in my rooms.” When Matthew looked puzzled, I explained. “My mother insisted that I clean my hairbrush before leaving for school each morning. It’s an ingrained habit. She made me flush the hair down the toilet—my nail clippings, too.” Matthew now appeared stunned. Ysabeau didn’t look surprised at all. “Your mother sounds more and more like someone I would have been eager to know,” Ysabeau said quietly.
