The girl, unashamed, handed Furlong a Christmas card.
‘We knew you’d come,’ she said, ‘and save us having to post it. Mammy always said you were a gentleman.’
People could be good, Furlong reminded himself, as he drove back to town; it was a matter of learning how to manage and balance the give-and-take in a way that let you get on with others as well as your own. But as soon as the thought came to him, he knew the thought itself was privileged and wondered why he hadn’t given the sweets and other things he’d been gifted at some of the other houses to the less well-off he had met in other. Always, Christmas brought out the best and the worst in people.
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