We were stood in front of our mother wearing our Sunday best, not that you would have known, mind, since droplets of mud were slowly drip-dripping on the marble in the foyer. With each splatter came a small twitch in our mother’s left eyelid just below her brow, appearing only at my brother’s tomfoolery and my being dragged into it. She was staring at us angrily and yet utterly speechless with her...