“My mother is keen to see you again,” he said, and that made me tingle a proud little tingle in my stomach. “I’m pretty keen to see her again too.” “Guess that’s the day sorted.” He laughed that easy laugh again. “She doesn’t usually stop when she starts. You’ll know her entire life history by the time she’s finished with you, and she’ll know yours.” And yours, I hope, I thought, I hope I’ll know yours.
