I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
“I really believe that you grow up a certain way in New York. There's a New York morality, a sense of loyalty. You know how to win and lose. There's a thousand kids outside, you know who to push and who not to push. There's a sixth sense you develop just because it's New York.”
“I can always tell when the mother in law's coming to stay; the mice throw themselves on the traps.”