Post two: passage.

"Throw me that Shirt, Bobby Lee," The Misfit said. The Shirt came flying at him and landed on his shoulder and he put it on. The grandmother couldn't name what the shirt reminded her of. "No lady," the Misfit said while he was buttoning it up, "I found out the crime don't matter. You can do one thing or you can do another, kill a man or take a tire off his car, because sooner or latter, you're going to forget what it was you done and just be punished for it."
Flannery O'Connor the complete stories, a good man is hard to find, page 130-131.