Early this morning, Margo left for Trinidad with Mum. When I went over to lug suitcases and give kisses, Margo narrowed her eyes at me, "You're in on this too, are you?"
Margo had forgotten everything, and was convinced that we had plotted to get her out of her flat, and why had no-one told her she was going somewhere? Mum and my aunty steered her into the taxi amidst protestations, and when Margo tried to escape at the airport they wondered if someone would call the police.
Hopefully this evening, Margo will be sitting on the porch happily sipping on a gin and tonic with Dad and watching the sun set over Venezuela, and will have completely forgotten the events of the wee hours of the morning.