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