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I thought that I was meeting Mrs Hattersley for the first time. My grandmother had often spoken of her (‘my good friend Mrs Hattersley’), but I couldn’t recall ever actually meeting her. ‘Yes. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you.’ ‘Well, that was a while ago,’ I said. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’ She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’ From the way in which my grandmother had spoken...