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`It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach`s Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.`
Prentice McHoan has returned to the bosom of his complex but enduring Scottish family. Full of questions about the McHoan past, present and future, he is also d
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