Grove Press

As it turns out, it was love.

When we were in each other’s arms, I knew something that was beyond words. It was the mystery of being close to someone who is not family.

: Will it happen again?

We had no Wise Men because she didn’t believe there were any wise men,

I do think that the relationship my mother enjoyed with God had a lot to do with positioning.

but she never was particularly fair

It’s odd, the things other people think are exciting.

Poor Mrs Finch. How did she live with him? Then I remembered the gypsy. ‘You’ll never marry.’ That might not be such a bad thing after all.

She said stories helped you to understand the world.

‘There’s this world,’ she banged the wall graphically, ‘and there’s this world,’ she thumped her chest. ‘If you want to make sense of either, you have to take notice of both.’