I'm looking quietly through a few old photos that have long lain undisturbed. They were taken in the misty days well before the crash of western Capitalism. This one is a blurred snap of me; romping with Max. I'd got Max as a puppy on my birthday; soon he'd be a handsome black mongrel; running like the wind. I loved Max.
Linda’s only child Rachel, was taken into care when social services deemed she was at risk of abuse. Linda had been a single mum with problems; but after a course of treatments, Rachel was returned home on her sixteenth birthday with Linda; now attached?
"Careful what you wish for," and, "If it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is." Two clichées that couldn't be more fitting. When Martin finds out he's dying, the Devil steps in to make him an offer he couldn't refuse.