“Next morning, we drank endless cups of coffee in the airport restaurant…Suddenly wide-eyed, she stared past me: “Good grief, some of the people they let in here.” — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“As I reached the door, the constable said, “Good luck in Canada, son.” For a second I expected his voice to morph into Uncle… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“Often I felt like two people. One went into the world and did the living for the other, who was stuck in an endless… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“The telegram was sealed – an old-fashioned touch, I thought, but then I’d never had a telegram before. I took my time opening it.… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“After that, nothing was the same. The very notion of my having a family turned vague, hard to credit, even weirdly jokey.” — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“Next morning, we drank endless cups of coffee in the airport restaurant…Suddenly wide-eyed, she stared past me: “Good grief, some of the people they… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
