My father was a difficult man. He only every spoke to me in proverbs. When Mum died I was still young enough to think that boycotting her funeral could bring her back. But my father came into my bedroom and pinned me up by the neck, his voice booming,
‘Son. You have to go to other [...]
They all found what they came looking for. Revenge. Love. Peace with the ghosts that haunt them.
In the town of fiction anything is possible.
