109 FOURTH AIR WAYS

Susan Pevensie's notion of a guilty pleasure had changed somewhat in recent years. While her brothers and sisters had still been alive, her secret enjoyment had been in acting like a normal young woman: to wear lipstick, talk about makeup, go to parties, all the things that drove Lucy mad or made Peter shake his head in disappointment. "It isn't appropriate for a Queen of Narnia to act this way," she remembered him saying once.

"Then maybe I don't want to be a Queen of Narnia," she'd retorted, and they'd fought, and then they'd gone back to not speaking.

But now they were gone, torn away in the horrific Crash she couldn't help but think of in capital letters. And with their passing, her need to be normal – to be like the grown men and women around her, rather than still tangled in her childhood memories – had faded, too.