Sorrow and Bliss

by Meg Mason

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had committed so many crimes as his daughter and never, once, had my father been angry with me. He was angry at me now, for a crime of someone else’s.

‘Well,’ I said, ‘if I’m quite honest –’ my father flinched at my tone ‘– I haven’t had time to talk to Patrick because I’ve been trying to process the fact that your wife had this information all along and decided just to keep it under her hat. I mean yes, my daughter has been unwell on and off for most of her life and can be a touch on the suicidal side, but why burden her as to the reason. I’m sure it will all come out in the wash.’