“According to our mother, I started sleepwalking after our father died. She thought I was searching for him in my sleep, but, you know, she’s funny sometimes. We had an aunt, really just a distant relative who came to live with us. She came with her partner, this alcoholic guy we called Uncle Ernest. He was a real disgusting person. I couldn’t stand the sight of him. It’s like I could never really see his face, it just kept, like, shifting or flickering … I … we were small, like eleven or twelve, I’m not sure … I was under Kehinde’s bed, reading a book to her or something; the power was out.
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