XXVIIBethan and Patrick stared at Alec.
“How is this possible?” he asked.
They both looked at each other, unsure how to answer. Suddenly, it hit Bethan, and she scooped up the photo and looked at it.
“I know this face!” she said and handed the photograph to Sal who studied it for a moment or two. “Don’t you remember? That photocopy I brought home of Jean’s sister.”
Sal’s eyebrows shot up. “Surely not!”
Bethan executed a couple of moves and opened the file she’d been using for Alec’s exhibition. Here was the scan of the photocopy.
Sal held up the photo and compared it. “Well,” she said softly. “I’ll be damned.”
“How is she related to you?” asked Patrick, peering over Sal’s shoulder.
“Oh, don’t ask me, my love,” replied Sal. “All I know is she was a distant relative of my grandmother
