[That hurts, in some old, strange way that she didn't expect, like a soft fingernail tap on the heavy bourdon bell of exclusion that hangs in her life. But she should be happy, shouldn't she. She certainly doesn't know how or if she could face her own sister. Wanda would have no reason at all not to denounce her. It would make things quite difficult.]

Could you tell me about her?

[She asks gingerly, uncomfortable with wanting something from him, something that matters so much. But she has to ask.]

Nothing that's too - I'm not asking you to overstep. Just the basics. I shouldn't treat either of you like the people I knew, right?