Her son was twenty minutes away and on his way back with Brian in the car.

The original was on a screen on my blanket.

And the single thing she needed, more than anything else in the world at ten past ten on that Thursday morning, was for the next twenty minutes not to happen in the same room as all four of us.

Give her tomorrow and she had a telephone and nineteen minutes’ drive and a thirty-eight-year head start.

She would have had Kevin on the line within the hour.