Oh, I wholeheartedly agree, actually. It's how my mother raised me. She said, "Molly, my love, there's a fairness to the world, and you can either make the world more fair or make it more unfair, but a good person, a decent person knows that sometimes you need to do both in equal measure, depending on where you are and what's happening." That's always stuck with me.

[He slaps the cards down on the table and leans forward, chin resting on the knuckles of one hand, his smile forming a little dimple that barely grazes the curve of his peacock tattoo. His rapid-fire bullshit goes so hand in hand with his jovial teasing that it creates an impossible tapestry of truth and lies. A good carnie knows that to keep people off-guard but interested is to talk really fast and with confidence and be just a little bit snarky.] And I thought I was being subtle. Which part gave me away?