‘Come off it. There you are, built like a tank, trying to tell me that you’ve been left so traumatised by your parents’ problems that your life is a mess?’ Anawak snorted. ‘What difference does it make if you’re Indian, half-Indian or God knows what? No one’s responsible for where you feel at home on the inside. That’s all down to you.’ Greywolf seemed taken aback. Then satisfaction crept into his eyes and Anawak knew he had lost. ‘Who are we talking about here?’ asked Greywolf, with a malicious smile. Anawak didn’t say anything.
he ate him the fuck up!
