As a child my mother occasionally made outlandish statements about her childhood. By the time I realized the strangeness of those remarks only Auntie Edith remained alive. She gave me false informa...view moreAs a child my mother occasionally made outlandish statements about her childhood. By the time I realized the strangeness of those remarks only Auntie Edith remained alive. She gave me false information protecting her father’s whereabouts. His ability to hide meant I could only write this novel as fiction.view less