That made a kind of sense. Emma could imagine going down to visit Sabine at Christmas, and they would've attended the midnight mass. It was part of their tradition. But Sunny seemed like she knew the other Emma better than some brief encounter.

"My cousin moved to London to be with her boyfriend." A boyfriend who didn't care for Emma any more than she did for him, but they managed polite tolerance. "I was on my way to see her when..." She looked around to suggest this place.

If they met in London, though, that gave Emma another thought. "Do you know a guy called Jag?"