I heard my father's voice. He was saying, "He's becoming suspicious- he was listening at the cellar door. He was trying to hear what Thompson and I were saying." Then I heard my mother say, "He should stop coming here. And he should use his name in the first place. Grey-Thompson- all these years we called him Grey and now he's someone else. These ridiculous games he plays..." There was anger in my mother's voice. My father said, " he's probably got a thousand names-that's how he survives. That's what helps us to survive." And my mother said, with the anger gone now and the old sadness in her voice again, "That's just what we're doing: surviving not living."
And what did you hear?
Then my father said, "We have to do something, Louise. He isn't a child anymore. Didn't you say you thought he might have been listening to the other night when you talked with Martha?" I didn't hear her reply. And then I heard my father say, "No matter what Grey-Thompson- says, it's time to do something about Adam." And I shivered there in the hallway