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"
Once
we
were
closer
than
brothers
.
I
had
no
brother
.
I
guess
we
were
brothers
in
a
way
.
I
don
’
t
carry
it
out
,
of
course
,
but
I
feel
I
should
be
my
brother
Danny
’
s
keeper
.
"
Mary
was
annoyed
with
me
for
breaking
the
pattern
of
the
conversation
.
She
took
a
small
revenge
.
"
Ethan
gives
him
money
.
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
right
.
He
just
uses
it
to
get
drunk
.
"
"
Wellll
!
"
said
Mr
.
Baker
.
"
I
wonder
—
anyway
the
dream
was
a
noonmare
.
I
give
him
so
little
—
a
dollar
now
and
then
.
What
else
can
he
do
with
a
dollar
but
get
drunk
?
Maybe
with
a
decent
amount
he
could
get
well
.
"
"
No
one
would
dare
do
that
,
"
Mary
cried
.
"
That
would
be
after
killing
him
.
Isn
’
t
that
so
,
Mr
.
Baker
?
"
"
Poor
chap
,
"
Mr
.
Baker
said
.
"
A
fine
family
the
Taylors
were
.
It
makes
me
sick
to
see
him
this
way
.
But
Mary
’
s
right
.
He
’
d
probably
drink
himself
to
death
.
"
"
He
is
anyway
.
But
he
’
s
safe
from
me
.
I
don
’
t
have
a
decent
amount
to
give
him
.
"
"
It
’
s
the
principle
,
"
Mr
.
Baker
said
.
Mrs
.
Baker
contributed
a
feminine
savagery
:
"
He
should
be
in
an
institution
where
they
could
look
after
him
.
"
