I looked up at Sophie. The smoky candles gave enough light to show that she was watching my face intently, a little uneasily.
‘You were “talking” to that girl?’ she said.
‘And my sister. They’re awake now,’ I told her. ‘They are in the tent, and being guarded by an albino. It seems odd.’
‘Odd?’ she inquired.
‘Well, one would have thought a woman in charge of them…’
‘This is the Fringes,’ she reminded me with bitterness.
‘It – oh, I see,’ I said awkwardly.
Well, *David/i] might know what she means, but I’ve been scratching my head over this for weeks. What is Sophie trying to say here?