I've seen the familiar face again around London. I was out looking for someone to help renovate the shop area of my home from a restaurant into a bookstore. (I'm still getting used to calling it "my" home.)
Somehow I got it into my head to ask him to help, and he's agreed.
The more I think about it he doesn't actually remind me of Anthony, but more of a girl I used to know in the neighborhood where I used to live, before I started becoming more womanly and Judge Turpin decided to keep me locked up inside.
Maybe this young man is some sort of relative, a brother or cousin she never mentioned?