The shadow knew, every Sunday evening, the evil that lurked in the hearts of men. I arrive on a Saturday in September, 1942, a New Year’s Eve looking for love casualty. First child, I punch in at 9 a.m., prompt as a city worker on the first day. No stories survive about my birth except that I am almost a bastard- “if it’s mine I’ll marry you“- but I don’t hear that story until I am in my sixth decade. I don’t know how quickly I’m boarded out, but there is a war on and war is cash money.