““Willa walks past Arsinoe on the way to the kitchen. “Goose and onion pie tonight.” Willa holds up a small yellow onion and chucks Arsinoe beneath the chin with it. “Mmm,” Arsinoe replies uncertainly. “Was that . . . one of my favorites?” “You do not remember?” “I don’t.” Arsinoe follows her through the sitting room, looking at the paintings and the furniture. It would not have changed much, but nothing feels familiar. “Mirabella remembers everything. If she were here, the sentimental goof would be hugging that chair.” “Even when she was a girl, Mirabella had far too much dignity to go about hugging chairs. Unlike you.””
