My grandmother used to cook for eight every day - sitting down lunches and dinner, the way you do it in Italy, you sit down. And when my parents could afford their own place, I went with them but still my mother used to work but used to come back from work to cook lunch for my father, come back from
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

