“You lost someone very dear to you about ten years ago,” Gipsy Rose told the circus owner, “Was it your wife perhaps?”
Patrick Hannigan raised an eyebrow but gave nothing away, “Go on.”
“You have seven children,” she mumbled slowly, pretending to focus on the leaves in the bottom of the cup, “And you're close to all of them except the girl, who is the youngest.”
Sheila kept a watchful eye on the reaction of her father as she pondered what to reveal next, she didn't want to push him too far, but then again she didn't want to let him off lightly either.
“Well, if you know so much,” Patrick ventured, trying to keep his voice steady despite the growing unease, “Where is she now? Can you tell me that?”
“Sorry,” Gipsy Rose simpered, putting down the china cup, “I can't see that, the shapes
