I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

Work will drive you crazy if you let it.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

I lay in the dark thinking about the difficulties of family, how crazy and crooked the stories of a bloodline can be.

There is nothing typical about my profession.’ Suddenly I did not want to talk about it any longer. ‘I don’t want to talk about it any longer.

Some wear greed as a fine suit of clothes. But you, my son, bear its stamp ever more poorly.