IT WAS THREE MONTHS after Mum left that the Gypsies moved in. They set up camp in the paddock one Sunday night while we were asleep. My brother, Sam, was excited when he saw them.
“Gypos!” he shouted.
Sam used to have a Gypsy in his class: Grace Fitzpatrick. She’d been famous at school because she could do as many things with her feet as with her hands. She could even write her name with them, which was funny because she couldn’t read. Sam, who’d sat next to her in assembly, said she...