I was shocked for a second, and then I remembered how it got there and what it was about.
In that second before the dawning, during the confusion, I asked myself where and when she had learned to use a computer - she had never shown the slightest interest in the 'dazzling thing.'
Then, the light of comprehension. This is what happens when your father has an affair with a woman who has the same forename as your mother, and then, in defiance of all the conventions of adulterous relationships, goes onto marry her.
No quick knee-trembler for those two; no, instead they yoked themselves together one autumn, and there they remain. I suppose I should be pleased. Sticky bodies unwilling to be separated in the cold of the guilty morning.
There are two women who share the same name now, and it is my father who's responsible for both. Like a photocopier, he churns them out one at a time. If he could live for a millennium, there would be hundreds of namesakes. Beyond their names, they diverge utterly, but they are reluctantly fused in the most fundamental definition of their identities.
Hi Paul
Just a quick message to say hello and leave you our email address. Your dad's practising his I.T skill.
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