You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must have been a happy man.
My mother always told me the hardest things to do in life are to trust, to have faith and to forgive.
Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean, am I tough? Organised? I can’t even balance my chequebook.