One of Tim’s great-grandparents had been a cardsharp in the wild west, and had been shot dead during a game.

When I got to them they said there was a couple of drunk Cambodian soldiers along the outside of the wire firing into the air. When I looked around the corner, I could see them drinking and beaking off [boasting].

We had fun mashing apples in a mill.

There was a remorseful look on her face.