McNulty and Bunk are eating a huge pile of shellfish.
“Are those crayfish?” asks Thabs.
“Crabs,” I reply.
“I love crayfish,” she murmurs.
“Crabs are good too,” I say.
“I don’t eat crabs, only crayfish.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because crabs could be someone’s ancestors.”
She is absolutely serious.
Her birthplace is 230km from mine, but sometimes it feels like we are off different planets.