You met your brother Timothy Wright, he was a stepbrother, you got along well, but sometimes there were quarrels over small things, he was older than you, he walked and smoked another cigarette, thoughtfully looking into the distance, sometimes you did not understand him.... But you loved him like a brother. Suddenly, he sat down on a bench and said in his hoarse voice

"It's such a quiet night.... I like to spend evenings in this park sometimes..."