Her family. Every man she'd ever met. Most women she'd met. Thinking about it, people were so dramatic. "Some people..."

"Well, Miss Silver, a bit of advice. Most people here have plenty of their own drama, so avoid offering it up if you can."

"Do you?" she asked lazily. She hoped so. This was getting boring.

"Excuse me, Miss. But I have been in prison unjustly, I'm the black sheep of my family, and I am trying to put my life back together. Drama is the last thing I need." Though he invites it by working under his brother.

Fascinating! Not that she was the dramatic type. "Look, you don't have to hide owt from me. Why were ye in prison?"

She wasn't even hiding her curiosity. Well, she did ask. He gave her a big grin. "Murdering a woman. But like I said. It was unjust and I was set free."

That didn't alarm her like it should. "Why'd ye do it?"

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't. She came at me with a knife and was hurt in the scuffle."

The corner's of Ruth's mouth curled upwards. "Were you that bad?"

Menachem grins. "Just the opposite. I wasn't interested."