I used to visit friends of my father at a small East Coast fishing village when I was a boy…

Because I was so small and insignificant, they were very open to being themselves. I noticed that whenever someone was present that they didn’t know, they behaved differently; they were more polite and proper. The following will illustrate how they were around me.

There was a man in their village whose wife died suddenly of cancer. The man grieved a very short while and soon thereafter met another woman whom he married mere months after his first wife died. The man’s second wife died of cancer within 1 year of their wedding…

After that, they referred to this man as rotten cock.