Leif: Okay. I’m listening.
Thorn: How much did I tell you about my mother? Not the one you looked up — the other one.
Leif: Um . . .
Her name was Clover. She and Plum got married and had you and your sister.
Clover did a lot of traveling, for work. I . . . don’t think you said what she did? But you understood it was important.
. . . and then she died, on one of those trips, when you were . . . seventeen? I guess it was a famous disaster in your country. I never heard about it until you told me.