“I also knew your father, Jeremy. I was at his funeral too. Shame.” He turned back and looked at her. “You were?” “So young. I’m so glad you’re doing so well. We were all a bit worried.” “Worried about what?” he asked. “Oh, it’s hereditary, they say. Schizophrenia. But you’re quite well, obviously. A hero even. It’s…Well, it’s good to see you.
