“I’ve come about Claire.”
“I know.” Her face twinkled. She gave a laugh and taking up a handful of wet clay slapped it on the side of the gargoylish head that she was modelling.
“Why won’t Blaise talk to me about it?”
“He doesn’t like their using you in the matter. He has delicacies of feeling.”
“I don’t quite see. He adores his sister.”
“Of course.”
“And is very unhappy about her, as they all are.”
“Naturally.”
I pondered. “After all, I belong to the family.”
“Quite so, whether you like it or not.” She ducked about scraping and smoothing with flexible thumb.