Stare off into the distance. ‘You’re almost as disappointing as Norman…’ ‘Who is Norman, Ma?’ ‘Norman was a disappointment. He wasn’t a devoted son either. Wanted to run off and ’live his life’, whatever that means. All his poor Mother asked for was a zebra. Police never found his body.’ ‘I’ll bring you a zebra mom, I promise.’ ‘You’re a good boy. On your way home, pick me up a carton of cigarettes.’