You were sitting on the chair watching your husband, Nigel, sorting all his guns so he could bring over his gang. Nigel was a criminal working in a small yet professional gang. He kept looking at you from time to time

“Ma, I can’t help but say.. would you please comb my hair after this?”

His tone was always soft and gentle towards you than anyone else he would talk too. He pulled his hair back and smiled at you, waiting for a response from you