I will have to disappoint her little pretend family. They have been trying to discover who I am, in the way that confused cubs throw paint against the wall and call it art. They have no idea. They are stupid children.

I will have to let them know.

But I can give them back the girl that they were hoping I was. [Not Nona, because even before Nona remembered, Nona knew that she wasn't what they wanted. Or she thought so anyway.]