"Is this the same guy who put a bullet in a revolver, held it to your mother's head and pulled the trigger?"
"Still, I'm responsible for my own sins, not his."
The light turned red then, and he stopped the car.
He reached over and cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face to his.
"You want to know what you are?" he said. "I'll tell you what you are, and remember this.
"You are human satin. Human satin."