Few eyes rested on the small family. Had people been a little more observant, they might have taken note of the incongruity of the two adults and the child. For starters, the man and the woman were dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, while the child - if she could be called a child, being seventeen years old - looked starched and ironed within every inch of her life. Her parents looked like they barely dared muss her.

"Bye, mother, father," said Flavia, with a straight face and solemn little wave of her hand.

(Will finish post later, no time )