MEMORY
Panel 4:
"It was easy to see why they liked him. He was a regular guy, a man's man, a Yankee doodle dandy. He was the kind of guy that you wanted at your card games, the kind of guy who was always there with a joke or a song. He was generous, always willing to help a friend with some cash. Although the judge wouldn't admit to being impressed by anything, even the judge was impressed by his family name - its ties to the famous poet, the Mayflower, the blood that went back to the origins of Colonial America. And he kept quiet about the fact that although his grandfather had the name, his name, he had been cut from the rest of the illustrious family - a second rate editor of a small newspaper in Illinois. He didn't tell the judge that his grandfather sent him to an orphanage when his parents died. His friends saw him as dapper and dashing. He cut an impressive figure on the street, and he was always willing to treat a buddy to a beer. They didn?t that all the money he had he carried on his back and in his pockets. Everyone knew that he was married to a foreign shrew. They just looked the other way when he went off with women. The judge admired his way with women.
She was ashamed of the sores that would show up on the most private parts of her body- THE FRENCH BITCH. Let her call the cops. Hey, wasn't he buying the sergeant a beer the other night. The cops would leave laughing at her ranting, half in French.
The little boy got excited one night when his dad took him into the world of men. They went to a fancy restaurant. The boy was so hungry. When a meal came his dad ate it in front off him. It was some time after that the boy walked into the house to find his mother impaled on a coathanger. Her legs were twitching, blood was running down the hall. Street Angel/Home Devil is what she called him. It was after that she left. As the boy grew up he would be out with friends a encounter passed out on the streets. He would pretend he didn't know her."