She looked around the small one-roomed cottage. ‘Do you know why I came?’ she asked. ‘Did he tell you?’ ‘To look after me.’ ‘Ha! Ha! Hahahahaha!’ Her laugh flapped out of her, suddenly and scarily, like bats from a cave. It was the first and last time he would ever hear her laugh. ‘To look after you! Oh, that’s good. That’s funny. What a world you must live in, to think people just do good things for no reason! Do you really think I came here because I cared about you? No. I did not come here for a skinny, grubby childish fool. I came here for the money.’
