Theft
THEFT "Can I get you a drink?" Sophie asked me. "That would be great," I replied. The two of us had never been that close when she was married to my older brother, Steve, and now that they were divorced I didn't know why she was being so nice to me. She was thirty-seven, ten years older than me. I sympathised with my brother for leaving her, as the two of them were never right for each other. She was not much of a mother either, alternately spoiling and punishing their one...