Mrs. Goggin’s eyes had filled with tears and she had taken her handkerchief from her pocket to wipe them away. “Don’t mind me,” she said, attempting a smile. “It’s just that I find this kind of violence very upsetting. I’ve seen it before and I know where it can lead.” “You won’t tell anyone, will you?” I asked. “Tell them what?” “What I just told you. That I’m not normal.” “Ah Jesus,” she said, laughing as she stood up. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re none of us normal. Not in this fucking country.”
