When we’d all calmed down, Daniel and I went to get the picnic basket from the car and brought it back to share with the woman, whose name, we discovered, was Margaret. “Just call me Mags,” she’d said. While Daniel’s busy setting out the enormous amount of food on the table, Mags corners me in the tiny kitchen.
“Do you know if Daniel is getting counselling for what happened to him?”
“No, I… Oh. Yes, yes he is. He’s mentioned a psychologist.”
Mags looks relieved. “It might be worth mentioning