"It was right there by his side. A swollen wallet. Bulging with the pride of bundles of dollar bills and coins it could barely hold, like a glutton's stomach, almost obscene in its fullness.He saw it on a chair as he sat down at the empty table of this quiet restaurant by the station. He looked like someone to whom life had been unkind for a long time. You could tell he was down on his luck which was dutifully reflected on the size of his own wallet. His hands automatically went to his trouser pocket, his grubby fingers feeling for his wallet, thin and emaciated - a drought hit landscape sewn in leather, frayed at the ends and starved, except for some old name cards, receipts and coupons that had gone past their use-by date, much like his life."