Jenny Lee visited and Jim cooked a meal, which consisted almost entirely of produce from the garden.
“What is this, daddy?” Olivia asked.
“Jerusalem artichokes.”
“Oh, no. Don’t eat them, dad, they make you fart.”
“Olivia!”
“Well, they do.”
Jenny seemed out of sorts all evening and, in the end, she could contain herself no longer.
“You know, you lot are no better than Unity,” she said.
“Us lot?” Jim asked defensively.
“Yes, your party. You behave just like them.”
“No, we don’t, but perhaps we should learn from them and you shouldn’t be surprised if one evil deed follows another.”
Jim knew this was a weak response and Jenny wasn’t in the least bit placated. She didn’t accept Jim’s argument that it was now every citizen’s duty to be political.
Apart from this argument, the knowled
