Ishmael, the whale, and I.

2. Isobel makes tea 30th September, still. Isobel  He looked confused, really confused, and crestfallen.  “But where’s my mother? Do you know where she is? Martha, Martha Graves is her name. Is she sick? Where is she? Who are you?” He still wouldn’t look at me, just looked around the kitchen over my head.  I […]