“Bolden could not put things in their place. What thrilled him beyond any measure was that she, for instance, believed in the sandman when putting the children to bed whereas even the children didn’t.
Quick under the covers, the sandman’s coming down the street.
Where where show us.
He’s just stopped to get a drink. And the children groaned inwardly but went to bed anyway. For three years a whore before she married Bolden she had managed to save delicate rules and ceremonies for herself.”
Michael Ondaatje, in Coming Through Slaughter.