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I regret it did not occur to me sooner that we could have tattooed onto my father’s body the following words, 'I buried the gold bars at the following map coordinates ...'

She wafts in, regal and serene and looking thoroughly refreshed, only to find me gibbering in the corner of my mother’s living room, looking a perfect picture of restless despair.

It was now well past midnight, and Byron had to brush his teeth and then lay down in bed until 2:30am, listening, fearing every noise and each creak on the stair, and wondering if it might be a grey alien coming to abduct him. He’s a troubled man, that Byron.

My mother stole oysters one time. Actually, she made me help her do it. Don't worry, I was only nine years old, which isn't an important age in terms of the formation of one's moral character.