"That's right," said Adam. "We were all three of us blond, so no one could tell which baby was whose. And it's true that mum and dad's real son is out there, but he don't know that he's got the wrong parents, and mum and dad don't know that they got the wrong son, and my real mum is dead, and Greasy's parents always wanted a kid, so I guess it all works out." He had a faint idea of what Pepper was thinking and it made him wince. No child wants to think about their parents having sex, but imagining your mum having sex with Satan...

Adam grinned. "Yup. The Bentley. It's pretty amazin'. He's real proud of it."

Leaning back slightly so that Pepper could reach farther, but not otherwise moving out of the way, he said, "I just know." But at the mention of the Christmas shirts, he started to look guilty. "Er... under the bed, maybe? If I have any here." If he did, they'd never been worn. That counted as clean, right?