I know Paris. Never been. Never met anyone from there, but I know it.

[It's a far off place to him, something that he only has heard about and that isn't really real, not to him other than a place in his imagination. He imagines something like she's talking about, shaking his head. Taking a few deep puffs of his cigarette, he's not sure he can relate.]

Christmas, we had maybe the family together, if we were lucky. After I was fourteen, not even then. You had to travel to work, you couldn't get back.