“No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.”

“All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you." Eddie was skeptical. His fists stayed clenched. "What?" he said. "That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.”

“Right" he said "Let's get one thing clear. I am not here to teach you law-I am here to teach you loopholes.”

“And yet I cannot be myself. You teach me all these things and then you put me here to pretend to be something I am not, while she is center stage, doing exactly what she does.”

“But one of the things I have learned during the time I have spent in the United States is an old African American saying: Each one, teach one. I want to believe that I am here to teach one and, more, that there is one here who is meant to teach me. And if we each one teach one, we will make a difference.”

“You're a nice boy," she chuckled harshly. "You must come round here one evening. I'll teach you something you didn't know before.”