Meet Frances. She’s feisty, friendly and can bench-press more than you. She’s grinning, the way a woman does when she knows how to lay her hands on an axe.
Next to her: Amber. Calmer than her sister, more outgoing than her brother (he’s just to her right). If she told you everything was going to be okay, you’d believe her.
Paul’s the tallest. He has a high tolerance for beer and a low tolerance for tempers. His dad always said he looked good in blue.
They’re triplets. Their mother was astonished.
That’s their big sister, Debs, the one at the end. She’s a funeral director.
The black sheep, you could say.