As a teenager, Rebecca Swift was lost for words when the future Nobel laureate came to her house, but then they bonded over something very unexpected…
I must have been 15 or so, 35 years ago, a rumbustious adolescent. I recall that my mother, a writer, was cooking and tidying, and she asked me to “remove that book” from the end of the dining table in an atypically anxious tone.
“Why?” I asked. Books and papers never got moved if only one person was coming to a family meal.
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