Diamonds at the Lost and Found

Some of my mother’s letters to ‘contacts’, which it seemed she may as well have stuffed into bottles and thrown out to sea, had actually begun to drift ashore. Replies came back. Not yet a yellow brick road’s worth, but we at least had a safe first stop: my mother’s godmother, Auntie Sadie, in New York. She had played a large part in the early drama of Audrey’s life and seemed to her a good starting point for a new chapter.

For me it would mean leaving my father behind. The night after hearing he was dead I had watched the news on television, waiting for them to get to the part about him. When he wasn’t mentioned I wondered if he would appear the next night, or the next.

By now I felt I would probably hear no more.

One morning we simply marched our baggage past his bare, still room and down the hall.

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