‘I suppose I started becoming rebellious when I was about thirteen. I’m not sure even now if I got pregnant that first time with Charles when I was in my late teens just to spite my mother.’ She smiled humourlessly. ‘I spited her all right. She didn’t talk to me for six weeks. She was like that, my Mother. She’d give you the silent treatment. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t realise I preferred the silent treatment to the reproachful criticisms that I got when I was merely exasperating her. Anyway, my boyfriend, Charlie’s dad, married me and I became Mrs Ogilvie. I was respectable then.
‘The marriage didn’t last, of course; perhaps I didn’t want it to as such conformity was way too pleasing to my mother.’
Beside her, in the back seat of the car, as if worried she might be incriminating
