One evening, coming home from June’s, I looked up at the sky. Mum taught me this. I saw a halo around the moon, and Scorpio was within it. And I could not for the life of me remember what that meant.
I was expecting, after all the talking I had done at my daughter, after the number of times I had been through that box and trawled the internet for information, that I would know things. No way. I had to trawl through the bloody box yet again to find out. Even things I knew I’d seen before.
It took me far too long. I found the bestiary scan that Lin had done me from Great-Grandma’s notebook. I realised I had imagined I had seen a unicorn (the kosher variety) in my garden. Sometimes I am so slow it takes me months to put together pieces. Even at my most gullible I couldn’t imagine a unicorn
