“Muy bien,” Miranda said. “We go now.”We piled into Miranda's beaten up old SEAT and chugged across the bridge over the autopista to the steep...hill inland. Not far up it, she turned off onto a rocky track and pulled up outside a simple little concrete house that looked as if someone had got bored or run out of money and just stopped building it once it was wind- and watertight.We sat in the kitchen and Miranda got some beers out of the fridge. I declined because I was working, which seemed to. I excused myself and went into the bathroom for the second time that evening and quickly whipped it out and started beating. In about a minute, I splattered another big load into the sink. It took me about 10 minutes to clean up and calm down enough to leave.Inger was just sitting on the couch, looking at me funny, like she knew what I'd been doing. I went to turn on the television, thinking she was going to study like she usually did if she stayed late, but she asked me not to turn on the set. ’ And so it was, that with a minute or two before eight thirty that evening, Harry found himself at the station waiting for Freddy. Waiting was the right word, because the first thing he discovered was that the train was running late, but Harry, knowing the unlikelihood of a country train being on time had brought a book to read. When it eventually arrived, half an hour behind schedule, he was surprised at the number of passengers who got off, but he figured that whoever was left would. Then she held up a half-squashed birthday cake with way too many candles mashed into the icing.I remembered having a party breakfast, having a talk with Tara about condoms and getting ready for the party with Liz. After that – nothing!From somewhere out there I heard Dad’s voice, sounding all distorted and fuzzy.“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?”“I think I can.” I think that was Aunt Penny’s voice. She sounded like she was crying. I wondered why. “But can we not do this in front of.