Love this dad, in a world of his own, going on about the "burial customs of Samoa." Gloria was there, standing casually in front of the cake and listening to our father, who seemed to be describing the burial customs of Samoa. She didn’t miss a beat. “Good heavens, Mr M, Mrs M’ll have a fit if she catches you in here with your pipe. I’d better open a window. And I think Fiona was looking for you, she’s upstairs.” Patrick and I dodged behind the hat stand as our father wandered past. It wasn’t difficult to avoid notice; he’s never really quite there. Tabitha Ormiston-Smith, Gift of Continence, (2011), pp. 7-8.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 12:01:16 +0000
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