He didn't really have friends. None of the sort he would trust enough to work here, anyway. And as for his siblings... He hadn't heard of Eliza since she had run of with some chap, Ruth was, well.. trouble. Claude was busy being better than the rest of them. Albert was in prison. He had no idea where the fuck Eugene was... actually, he hadn't seen Eugene in months. Joined the army? Joined a gang somewhere in the big city? None of his older siblings would do. "I could ask one of the younger ones..." he said.