‘So, you came then,’ Uncle Leonard said, standing by the front door of Ravensdale House.
‘Evidently, since I’m standing here in front of you,’ I answered.
‘Ah yes, as I recall, you always did have a smart mouth.’
‘And as I recall, the last time we met was when you came to Dad’s funeral five years ago. You sat at the back of the church, and afterwards you muttered some meaningless banalities, shook my hand, and cleared off again. You didn’t even bother with the reception afterwards, did you?
That’s exactly how it was. He was waiting by the door as we filed out and introduced himself as my Uncle Leonard, although for all I knew he could have been my Uncle Zog from the planet Kronos. ‘Sorry to hear about Joseph,’ he muttered, shook my hand, those of my brother Beanie (real name Benjamin)
