The waiter in the cafe who knows my order has a mouth-full of food as I'm trying to pay. While I wait for him to finish, I explain my resolution. He has a shaved head and a diamond stud in each ear. He is wearing a black apron over casual clothes. He nods, swallows and gives me an answer.
'Paul's after my uncle', he says, 'and Craig's after a boy who punched my mother in the stomach while she was pregnant with me'. He looks proud.
'Sorry?' I say.
'Yeh. It's true', he says. 'She took him under her wing, got him into college and named my middle name after him'.
'Wow', I say. Meaning it.
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