[ He hums, because it’s her turn, and he’s considering enforcing his made-up rules instead of answering. But he doesn’t. ]

His name was Vincent Suchet. He was an art dealer. He had a crooked front tooth and he liked raspberries and he was always making plans. Every time you talked to him, a new scheme.

[ She might want to know who Byerly was in love with, too, but that’s Byerly’s and Alexandrie’s story to tell. ]

Did you ever know anyone your own age, before you came here?