As long as one is still breathing, it is never too late to begin to be a decent human being.
- Giuseppe Salinghetti
David Morgan had read this somewhere, and he decided that he still had time, because as far as he could tell, he was still breathing.
Where was he when he read that? He could not remember. It may have been written on the drawing table of the girl he had dated for a short while when he was 21 years old, the summer after his mother had killed herself.