My Grandmother the Queen and the Case of the Stolen Schumann China

In any case, in due time my grandmother died, and I inherited the Schumann china, and as I was away in college it was stored in the back garage of my mother's antique shop. Then it was stolen (along with the Beatrix Potter figurines, and very much else besides). And I was a little heartbroken, since even though my grandmother had been this strange, distant (but demanding) figure, she'd also sustained her own little kingdom of old-world refinement, decorated with the most beautiful things, and it felt like some of that precious magic had been lost. 

Several months later, my mother was in the next county over on an antiquing expedition, and what did she come across but a full collection of Schumann china! She bought it at a lovely discount with the insurance money, and although we're not entirely sure it was the same china, we've always pretended it is. Why not?