“Oh, yeah, we all know about that,” Sarah said. “Recovered memory. As in, Catholic priests.” She frowned. “But here’s what’s interesting, I think. Why is it always the bad stuff? Everything you recover.” “Interesting,” Peter said. “I hadn’t thought of that. Yeah. Why don’t we ever work on recovering memories of the good stuff?” “Because you don’t forget the good stuff,” Edith said. “Sure you do,” Sarah said. “There are people who specialize in that. Only the memory of everything awful. Gloom and doom.”
