Borislava Velkova’s Reviews > The Misfortunates > Status Update

'I don't get it. My wife and your Heavy!' 'What don't you get about it, Frankie? Don't you understand your wife feeling good with a horrible Verhulst, her falling in love with a drunk from Kerkveld Road, her walking out on you for a bloody idiot who doesn't have a qualification to his name, unemployed and such bad manners that he eats with his elbows on the table? Is that what you don't get, Frankie?'

"Neighbours threw them [the horses] chunks of bread now and then and sometimes they came up to the rusty barbed wire to be gently stroked by children who might grow up to work in the slaughterhouse, one thing didn’t exclude the other."