“So have you tried to trace your natural parents?” Oliver asked Jenny as they walked around Battersea Park.
“You’ve remembered I said I’m adopted?” Jenny was surprised at the question.
“Of course, with Mary being adopted, we had talked before about tracing her parents.”
“Has she?”
“Tell me about it,” Jenny said sitting with him and leaning into Oliver. He placed an arm around her.
“And?” pressed Oliver.
“And I feel mixed about it too. I know my natural mother died and my father couldn’t cope with me, he had some sort of breakdown and ended up detained in hospital. That much my adopted mum and dad have told me, that’s all I’ve chosen to know so far.”
“If you could know, would you want to?” Oliver pressed again.
“I had planned to ask Dyer when we met.”
Oliver was surprised at this, had Jenny made a link he wondered.
“Well I have always wondered where the regression has come from, was I exposed to something as a baby, did my mum take drugs, I don’t know, I thought if Dyer had studied people, maybe one of them was my father. So I thought I would ask him if any of his subjects ever had a child removed. I have no memory of my parents, none at all.”
Jenny sighed and kissed Oliver, hugged him tight and then fell quiet. Oliver felt as if his tongue was paralysed and his brain had set in concrete. He would tell her tomorrow he thought, his plan for tonight was a significant step forward in his research and it needed no sideshows.