It was a mish-mash of things that I’d thought or spoken about the day before with a familiar replaying of characters. Do you want some more coffee or toast? I asked the assembled family. No, they said, though I still went into the next door room to make some. Each of the rooms were virtually empty, with just a table, some chairs and in the smaller ante-room a toaster. When I went in there to make more toast I noticed that just by the door, on another smaller table, was a toast rack full of pre-prepared toast. I still went to the toaster to make more. It was a machine like the one you find in hotels with a revolving tray on which to place the bread. H. and J. were there, though I didn’t see the faces of the others.
