''I know,'' Andromeda said softly, unconciously stroking Teddy's hair, which was black today. She was momentarially at a loss for what to say. Should she make her identity known, or just walk away and save the awkward conversation that would follow? For a moment, she wished her resemblence to her dead sister was more pronounced, that might make her choice for her.
She tried to speak again, deciding how to proceed. Finally she found her voice, ''I never realized how much you look like your mother.'' It was not the best thing she could have said, but it came out anyway.