She picked the card up, read it, and put it face down on the tablecloth, and then carried on with her conversation.
Four seconds. She did not look round to see whether anybody had noticed.
I looked at that chair for a long time while Lorna had hold of my wrist.
PART 5
And here is the part about my father, which I did not understand until I was thirty-one and lying under a bed.
For thirty years he has let people get his job wrong.
He says engineer. He lets them picture a man in a van. He does not correct them at parties, at parents’ evenings, or at his own brother-in-law’s sixtieth.
And he has told me since I was about nine that being underestimated is an advantage and that you should never give it away for free.
He is proud of it. It is the closest thing our family has to a philosophy.
