Malcolm Bright

That... Well, Raylan wasn't sure what he was expecting but Old New York money wasn't one of them. "Art might know the name.." He scoffed a chuckle that didn't really reach his mouth and shook his head. "Your father really hit the jackpot and then messed it up, didn't he."

It was a little mind boggling, when it was all put together.

"But good for your mother, keeping her hands on what's hers." Raylan knew how badly no money or poor money could affect a life; he equally understood how that worked on the upper side of the scale. "I imagine that's what put you through private schools?"

Boarding seemed too distant for these parents and the idea of Malcolm in the swamp that is public schools was.. laughable.