When the adrenaline kicked in, Rosa was invincible.
Most days she moaned about her brother Frank not answering the phone or visiting her.
Frankl, twenty years younger, and the twentieth child in her family, is Rosa's custodian.
He does the bare minimum, Rosa told me.
'He uses my telephone to call up Malaysia,' she said. 'And his wife Bernadette is always on my phone.'
Rosa is dependent on her brother to go to the bank and withdraw her pension, paying bills like water and electricity and general upkeep of her 400-thousand-dollar property here in Girrawheen.
'Everyone can see he's after my money.'
What fucking money, I said. For the past six months you have made me pay.
'Feed the monkey,' she says. Yes, she played me well.
