Giving up the Ghost

‘Like Lorna Sage''s Bad Blood … A masterpiece’ RACHEL CUSKAt no. 58 the top of my head comes to the outermost curve of my great-aunt, Annie Connor. Her shape is like the full moon, her smile is beaming; the outer rim of her is covered by her pinny, woven with tiny flowers. It is soft from washing; her hands are hard and chapped; it is barely ten o''clock and she is getting the cabbage on. ''Hello,...