'Ha! Lucy snorted. 'He was a worse drinker than your father ever was.'
'No one's that bad,' I said.
'That's what I thought too. You're too close to the middle line. Inch over. That's right. You think you know what to look out for in life, Jack. You think your childhood teaches you all the traps you need to worry about. But that's not how it works. Pain doesn't travel in straight lines. It circles back around and comes up behind you. It's the circles that kill you.' "
Beach Music, by Pat Conroy