The unshaven homeless man unscrewed the top off his bottle of whisky which was nearly empty and drank greedily. He pushed his thick brown hair to the side, giving the passing woman a glare making her walk faster away from him. He took another gulp and returned the bottle to the pocket of his torn leather coat which he had on. To the people around who saw Bob Russel he was a bum, a piece …showed first 75 words of 2785 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2785 total…mother, she had no problems with her. She often called around for tea. When Queenie realised she had AIDS, mother stopped coming to visit her." The sirens were now close. "How did you know about Frankie Drysler Bob?" "It doesn't matter Paula. Give mother my best love will you?" The police car pulled up and two detectives approached. Bob looked up towards the house to see the upstairs curtains twitch as he was taken away.