One lovely morning I got out of bed thinking all was right with the world. Until I went downstairs and found my sisters. Hungry sisters. “Linnaea,” they said, “We are hungry.” (Actually they said it in Pig Latin. I’m translating here). Merciful sister that I am: “Don’t worry, angels, I shall feed you.” (It didn’t sound quite so good in Pig Latin). “Oh, thank you, Linnaea, and in return, we will serve you forevermore.” “That’s not necessary, my darling sisters.” Okay, fine. ...