Her nutcase mom, Gladys, had once possessed a kind of steamy notoriety in France and Austria. She’d joined a circus as a teen and toured the world in gracious means, taking no more than she felt due for her amply-developed tastes. She taught a number of frantic lovers the virtues of poverty, and purged for his soul’s benefit one Portland investor of a ridiculous sum of cash and thus restored his natural balance, reminding him with an insouciant hip-wiggle that money isn’t everything. She was training under a Romanian master in the bondage and disciplinary arts when she discovered the baby bump that turned out to be Cathy. But whose was it?