Clover would have known that she was adopted even if nobody had ever told her. She was different from her Mama and Daddy. She was different from her baby brother and she was sure different from her baby sister. It was not so much that she looked different, she was just different. Clover liked books and art and music. No, Clover loved music. She loved all kinds of music, she even like some of the classic stuff. But she sure didn't tell her brother and sister that. She only had to hear a song once and she could repeat the lyrics almost word for word. And after she heard it twice, it was hers forever. She would sit for hours listening to ELO's Greatest Hits album, wondering what the "living thing" really was.
It was on her thirteenth birthday that her Mama and Daddy--well really her Mama told her that she was adopted. And because she knew she was different she wasn't surprised, or hurt for that matter, in fact it was a relief and it explained a lot of things.
One thing that it didn't explain, was why she had the name Clover, of all things. Clover London Harlow. In later years she would use the name C. London Harlow. And quite frankly it came in handy when she appeared in the board room for the first time, but more about that later.