More boards indeed. Caractacus had long ago accepted that there were certain pieces on the board that would remain incomprehensible. The best one could do was accept and build a certain amount of leeway into one's plans. They would still go awry, of course, but plans were good as a baseline, provided they were sufficiently flexible.
"Al," Caractacus looked at his friend and drummed his fingers on top of a captured pawn, who looked rather displeased at the intrusion on its personal space, "It doesn't matter if it's abnormal. It's your sister and your relationship with her. You have the right to talk about her or not talk about her to whomever you please."