( A long silence. Just exactly what kind of game was her brother playing? Because it was definitely her brother she'd seen a photo of, this man knew her name, and not of the pieces were quite falling into place. Who is Poppy? was akin to asking what the sun was, in the universe according to Frederick Grumley (much to her displeasure).
She chews her lip for a brief moment, before she forces herself to stop. It wouldn't do. )
Poppy is his wife. ( Gently, because... because she has no idea what tugging on this particular string is likely to unravel. )
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She chews her lip for a brief moment, before she forces herself to stop. It wouldn't do. )
Poppy is his wife. ( Gently, because... because she has no idea what tugging on this particular string is likely to unravel. )