When I was about ten, my parents fighting became too much and I went to stay with my grandmother for a while. She lived with her unmarried daughter, my Aunt Mary who was my dad’s sister. I loved my grandmother, and still called her ‘Gaga’, a pet name we’d had since we were children. She was old, a bit strict, in her seventies but still had a twinkle in her eye. She was full of enthusiasm and had many friends. My aunt Mary was a little odd, very uptight, and always concerned about
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