Chapter 9
When I was a kid, my father took us to Seven Sister
Hulga turned up at my door looking like a Valkyrie. Five foot six maybe, brunette hair going gray, eyes like flashing lights and a tightness of the skin under her nose that presaged unpleasant things to come. If Valdi was now close to 90, his daughter would be around fifty four.
If I remembered correctly, he said Mary had their daughter a year after they got married. There wasn