Xander asked. “Read it,” she said. He bent down. “Cyril Batheson. And he died only two years ago!” “You know what this means?” Xena asked, almost whispering. Slowly, Xander nodded. “It means that there are still Bathesons in Taynesbury. Or at least there was one, up until two years ago.” “Come on!” Xena said. “People usually bury family members near one another. Maybe there are more Bathesons here.” And there were, but they were all from long, long ago. Finally, just when they were about to give up, Xander spotted something. It was a headstone so small and overgrown with moss that they had already walked by it once. Xander squatted and scraped at the moss with his thumbnail. “Sophie, daughter of Nigel Bath—” He almost stopped breathing. Xena stooped next to him. “Keep scraping!” she said. But the rest of the stone had crumbled away under the moss. “So maybe he did have a daughter!” Xena said. “She must have been the model!” Xander nodded. “I wonder why she was never mentioned?”
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