"Oh, Brazil where the nuts come from," Gloria cried in exasperation.
"Where did you say you were born?" Erna asked.
"I've told you three times," Gloria muttered.
"You seem sort of confused." Jackie kicked off the other slipper.
Erna tightened her bathrobe belt. Miss Tulip had taken her over to
Lausanne that morning and the gold braces on her teeth had been
tightened; her teeth hurt and her voice sounded cross. "If you don't
know where you were born we certainly can't accept you. Where were you
born?"
"London," Gloria mumbled sulkily.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't Brazil?"
"No."
"Why did you say it was Brazil?"
"I don't know."
"You mean you say things and you don't know why you say them?"
"No."
"But that's what you just said."