My mother and I were in Bristol, visiting someone. A cousin, or something. We were having tea—like this. Our hostess . . . and her teenage daughter. I would’ve been nine or ten. Children …

Aunt May ran over a kid in her electric chair. We heard this screaming and ran outside. The neighbour’s kid was lying on the sidewalk, holding his stomach. Aunt May …

I was the only survivor of flight WC350. The lady next to me had—I’m not sure. Her eyes watered constantly. They moved constantly, too. “I was an English teacher in …