“So that you never have to wonder who your parents are, or how you came to life, I am going to give you a brief rundown of how it all happened, so that you can decide for yourself how much you owe the world, and how much the world owes you. Mummy and Daddy met in Dublin at a dance. Daddy was wearing his first dinner jacket and Grandpa Cassidy was the headwaiter.... He began again. Not Dublin: Oxford. Why the hell had he thought of Dublin? Nothing Irish about us old son, the Cassidys are English ...to the core. Oxford. Oxford because Sandra was studying domestic science in a dark house in Woodstock. Oxford, that was it, a May ball, five guineas a single ticket, Old Hugo was not even on the horizon. Mummy was a haunted, spindly girl, but very pretty in a death-wish sort of way and she wore a Cinderella dress that sometimes looked silver and sometimes seemed to be covered in ash.... Hating her parents, pressing her head against his puckered shirt front as they moved to their parents’ music.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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