Raymond my humoristic ally and I walked down a narrow path and talked of our sins, plainly innocently. He gestured wildly and sometimes fell into tears. Literally falling, humouring me but covertly. My stories seemed without any substance compared to his and I envied him. My shoe kicking a pebble, “Why can’t I be bad?” He looked at me with tenderness as obviously my state was beyond his reach as well. Only I was looking up to him and he down to me, I think he was aware of this as well as I was.