At first I was disappointed.

I had imagined every visitor arriving with a decisive revelation.

Real evidence, I was learning, arrived in fragments accompanied by questions.

Celia remembered something more human.

‘Your father used to bring his own lunch in a little blue cooler.

On Fridays there was always an apple cut into quarters.

He said his daughter wouldn’t eat them whole when she was small, so he’d gotten into the habit.’

I had forgotten the apple quarters.