‘Listen? Was I talking?’
‘A blue streak.’
‘Everything that happened?’
‘How can I know? I wasn’t there. You were.’
‘You don’t believe it happened, do you? Those disappearing kids and the footstool and all?’
He shrugged. ‘I’m not in the business of believing or not believing. Was it real to you?’
‘Oh, hell, yes!’
‘Well, then, that’s all that matters. Is that where you live, with those people?’
I bit off a fingernail that had been bothering me. ‘ Not for a long time. Not since Baby was three.’ I looked at him. ‘You remind me of Lone.’
‘Why?’