Colour the Sky Red

'I haven't asked you to explain anything,' Briony reminded him.
'No. Unlike most women I know, you're strangely lacking in curiosity.'
'Not really,' she admitted. 'I just don't feel it's any of my business.'
'When I first walked into your shop and saw you,' Teale went on, still speaking musingly, 'the first thing that struck me was the likeness. And I thought, oh, God, no, not again. There can't be two in the world like that.' For a moment, there was such pain in his voice that Briony looked wonderingly at him. 'Those enormous blue eyes, the red curls, same shaped face. But there, thank God, I'm beginning to believe, the resemblance ends.'
'I remind you of someone?' It wasn't hard to deduce. 'Who?'
'My wife, my ex-wife. Charlene.'