Well, it turns out that Simon had a son from dalliance with a much older woman. This son was called Silas, and he was what anyone would call a "bad seed". He wasn't just deviant and unwholesome and a liar and thief like Marguerite. Silas was a psychopath... Yes, truly, truly a psychopath, for who but a psychopath would willfully murder his mother because she wouldn't sell the heirloom ring she got from her mother, ~ the only thing her mother left her when she died, to buy her son a bag of candy? Oh, yes, Silas murdered his mom for not selling his grandma's ring. Then, Silas dug a shallow grave for the corspde in the dirt basement floor of the hovel in the very poorest section of Paris, where they lived. Silas had no income other than the ring, which he sold immediatelty to Pierre Violette, or Violet Purple Peter, a local barkeep and fence. Since the ring was only set with a large zircon, and not a large diamond, as Silas had hoped, it didn't bring as much as he desired. So, Silas, who was just ten years old, began his career of pickpocketting. That didn't bring him wealth, of course, so he hired himself out for any vile job, and by vile, I mean truly disreputable and dispicable; he was like a sewer rat, living off anything he could get him paws, or ~ er, hands on.
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