Thinking about sanity made me think of John, and of what he’d said the night before. While I was here, maybe I should find out more about my dad and my family. And the best place to start anything was at the beginning. Accepting the plates I brought from the table, Clara said absently, ‘You could ask your cousin Paula. She’ll be happy to tell you anything you want to know.’ I went back for the juice glasses and Paula’s mug. ‘I was thinking more about an unbiased source. Like a book or something.’ Clara chuckled. ‘I don’t expect you’d find anything unbiased here in the house. You could take the car up to Selma, I suppose.’ ‘I don’t have a driver’s licence.’ I’d never needed one in the city, and I’d been too busy dancing to learn for the fun of it. ‘Well, I’ll be happy to take you when I go in for groceries. Or you could ask Rhys to drive you, when he comes back from his trekking.’ With a dish towel, I began drying the glasses she set on the drain board.
