"Just once. A few weeks ago."
"Why didn't you tell us about it then?"
"It seemed better to wait until the lawyers were finished with him and he was ready to come home. You couldn't all go rushing up to London to see him."
"No, I suppose not. But I expect Simon would have liked to go up and see him, wouldn't you, Simon, and we wouldn't have minded? After all, Patrick was his twin."
"I don't believe for one moment that it is Patrick," Simon said, in a tight, careful voice that was worse than shouting.
"But, Simon!" Eleanor said.
Bee sat in a dismayed silence. This was worse than she had anticipated.
"But, Simon! Aunt Bee has seen him. She must know."
"Aunt Bee seems to have adopted him."
Much worse than she had anticipated.