when they’re at lunch, just the two of them, Shaun says quite suddenly, I watched the first moon landing with my father and uncle, one Sunday afternoon, a recording my father had. And do you know what? He hovers at the galley table with his fork plunging toward a sachet of steak brisket, but halted mid-thought, his fork arrested. It was an event, he says, a coming of age, I was ten or eleven and it was the first thing I did with my father and uncle like that, where they seemed to be treating me as one of them. I didn’t like it. That’s the truth, I didn’t like it.
