It isn’t personal. They don’t know us. We just got caught up in their trawl net. It’s an ugly thing. A faceless kind of stealing, more immoral than the usual face-to-face mugging, in some way – though less frightening. I have to let it go. He does. It’s only money, he would say. Why do I cling so tightly to it? Is it because there have been of so little?
