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“Is there any mental illness in the family?” I repeated to my parents separately, after telling the doctor, no.
No madness on my mother’s side, just magical thinking.
“The only people to go mad had married into the family,” she gladly told me.
My father’s first introduction to his grandmother was the sound of her brazenly, gentlewomanly, raiding his stepfather’s home GP-surgery in the middle of the night.
“What did she want?” I asked him.
“To not have to be in the real world,” he supposed.