Sitting there in Lola"s kitchen, all my belief in how the world worked might have crashed to the floor, had I let myself truly believe what I was being told. I couldn"t have felt more wobbly if there"d been an earthquake that had physically shaken the ground beneath me. I couldn"t speak as I listened, struck dumb by the words he was saying. Despite my incredulity at his explanation, I did know that something in my family had been disturbed and disturbed way past what was normal. His words shouldn"t be true, but my experience with Kathleen and Bob was murmuring that they might. My aunt and uncle"s behaviour was so absurd that no sensible explanation fitted. This man, this seemingly gentle man whom I"d met only moments before, was imparting ridiculous, far-fetched things. And although I foug
