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                   ‘No,’   she   said.   ‘It   was   me.   I   was   just   thinking   of   something.   I’m   a   bit

                distant. Sorr y. How are you?’
                   ‘Fine. We took Sally to the vets yesterday.’
                   She assumed Sally was a dog. Her parents had never had a dog, or any pet .
                Nora    had   begged   for   a   dog   or   a   cat   when   she   was   little   but   her   dad   had

                always said they tied you down.
                   ‘What was wrong with her?’ Nora asked, tr ying to sound natural now.
                   ‘Just her ears again. at infection keeps coming back.’
                   ‘Oh  right,’  she  said,  as  though  she  knew  Sally  and  her  problematic  ears.

                ‘Poor Sally. I . . . I love you, Dad. And I just want to say that—’
                   ‘Are you all right, Nora? You’re sounding a bit . . . emotional.’
                   ‘I  just  didn’t  .  .  .  don’t  tell  you  that  enough.  I  just  want  you  to  know  I  love
                you.   You   are   a   good   father.   And   in   another   life   –   the   life   where   I   quit

                swimming – I am full of regret over that.’
                   ‘Nora?’
                   She   felt   awkward     asking   him    anything,    but   she   had   to   know.   e
                questions started to burst out of her like water from a geyser.

                   ‘Are you okay, Dad?’
                   ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’
                   ‘Just. You know . . . You used to worr y about chest pains.’
                   ‘Haven’t   had   them    since   I   got   healthy   again.   at   was   years   ago.   You

                remember.     My    health   kick?   Hanging   around    Olympians     does   that   to   you.
                Got   me   back   to   rugby-fit.   Coming    up   to   sixteen   years   off   the   drink   too.
                Cholesterol and blood pressure low, the doc says.’
                   ‘Yes, of course . . . I remember the health kick.’ And then another question

                came to her. But she had no idea how to ask it. So she did it directly.
                   ‘How long have you been with Nadia now again?’
                   ‘Are you having memor y problems or something?’
                   ‘No. Well, yes, maybe. I have just been thinking a lot about life recently.’

                   ‘Are you a philosopher now?’
                   ‘Well, I studied it.’
                   ‘When?’
                   ‘Never mind. I just can’t remember how you and Nadia met .’

                   She   heard   an   awkward     sigh   down   the   phone.   He   sounded    terse.   ‘You
                know  how  we  met  .  .  .  Why  are  you  bringing  all  this  up?  Is  this  somet hing
                that therapist is opening up? Because you know my feelings on that.’
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