Matthew just kept frowning at the floor, chewing on his lip pensively, so she stood up and snooped around the room until she found the sweetmetal. It had been pushed under the bed, probably because it didn’t match anything else in this room. It was a black-and-white photograph of a diner with a skinny man in spats standing in front of it, looking at something outside the frame. She could feel that it was a sweetmetal, but she couldn’t tell why. It was like the landscape at the Boudicca party. She hadn’t been able to tell why she liked that one, and she couldn’t tell why she liked this one, either. She pushed it back under the bed where she’d found it.

“I think Ronan dreamed me to be stupid,” Matthew said. “I think I’m stupider than most people. I don’t think very hard; I don’t think.”

“You seem normal to me.”

“You knew to look for that thing under the bed. I was just walking around in circles.”

“Maybe I’m just very clever.”

“Dreamed to be clever?”

“Clever because Hennessy’s clever and because I take a daily vitamin.”

“Whatever.” Matthew sounded disappointed.

“I don’t think your brother dreamt himself an idiot brother,” she said. But somehow this made her think about how she was missing the memories of Jay. She’d always thought of herself as identical to Hennessy, apart from the dreaming, but it was obvious that she wasn’t. She didn’t think Ronan had dreamt his brother to be an idiot, but perhaps he had dreamt him to be lovable. Perhaps Hennessy had dreamt Jordan without those memories on purpose.

“Oh, there you are!” Sherry said. She held the hand of the little girl Matthew had waved at earlier. The suspicious nanny stood in the hallway behind her, holding the baby from the stroller.

“Sorry to wander,” Jordan said.

“I had to pee,” Matthew said with a little laugh, and because he was Matthew, Sherry laughed with him. Jordan didn’t think he was as guileless as he feared; it was a solid deception.

“And while looking for the bathroom I saw this couch,” Jordan said, gesturing to the chaise Matthew was on. “And I just think it’s even more what we’re looking for. The lighting through this window will do so much work for us. You have a great eye.”

Sherry lit up. “I bought that couch last year! I thought it was special. I’m so glad.”

They’d gotten away with it.