“That don’t sound right to me,” he said, when I told him what had happened when I’d stayed with my mother for the weekend. “Keeping your mum locked up like a dog.” I shrugged. “But she was mad.” “Don’t sound right to me,” he repeated, and I felt uncomfortable. I regretted telling him anything. “Auntie Georgia says men should respect women. She says my mum wouldn’t have turned so bad if she’d been respected by her dad and her brothers.”