“Boys?  If I’m not wrong, you have a daughter and a son.  What are you talking about?”

     “My boys.  My boys.  William and Harry.”

     “William and Harry are Diana’s boys.  What are you talking about?”

     Sophie didn’t look crazy or deranged, but she did seem a smidge dazed.  Her staring past me was beginning to creep me out just a little. I started to wonder if she’d gotten into the Prosecco somewhat earlier than when I got there.  She looked at me intently, concentrating on gazing at me right in my eyes.  I knew she was trying to tell me something, but what?  What?  Then, she said, and I almost passed out in the chai...

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