“How many brothers and sisters did you say you have?” Andy asked, as he drove Luke’s car through the Herefordshire countryside toward southeast Wales. They had decided to take the scenic route.
“Seven.”
Bloody hell; is his family Catholic or something? Andy thought.
“I know. It’s a bit much. We’re not Catholic. It’s just mam used to get migraines, but they went away when she was pregnant.”
“Oh,” Andy said, not knowing what else he could say.
“You’d think she’d give aspirin or something a try before…you know.”
Andy laughed. “So where are you, in the scheme of things? Sorry, I know you’ve probably told me before.”
“I’m the third oldest.”
“That’s right. You’ve got a brother and sister who are older than you. Didn’t you say your sister is in America?”
“Canada. When she comes back hom
