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"
Well
,
this
also
serves
—
just
standing
and
waiting
.
"
The
banker
’
s
voice
became
frosty
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
.
"
His
inflection
said
he
did
understand
and
found
it
stupid
,
and
his
tone
twisted
a
bitterness
in
Ethan
,
and
the
bitterness
spawned
a
lie
.
The
broom
traced
a
delicate
curve
against
the
pavement
.
"
It
’
s
this
way
,
sir
.
That
money
is
Mary
’
s
temporary
security
if
anything
should
happen
to
me
.
"
"
Then
you
should
use
part
of
it
to
insure
your
life
.
"
"
But
it
’
s
only
temporary
,
sir
.
That
money
was
Mary
’
s
brother
’
s
estate
.
Her
mother
is
still
living
.
She
may
live
many
years
.
"
"
I
understand
.
Old
people
can
be
a
burden
.
"
"
They
can
also
sit
on
their
money
.
"
Ethan
glanced
at
Mr
.
Baker
’
s
face
as
he
said
his
lie
,
and
he
saw
a
trace
of
color
rise
out
of
the
banker
’
s
collar
.
"
You
see
,
sir
,
if
I
invested
Mary
’
s
money
I
might
lose
it
,
the
way
I
lost
my
own
,
the
way
my
father
lost
the
pot
.
"
"
Water
under
the
bridge
,
Ethan
—
water
under
the
bridge
.
I
know
you
got
burned
.
But
times
are
changing
,
new
opportunities
opening
up
.
"
"
I
had
my
opportunity
,
Mr
.
Baker
,
more
opportunity
than
good
sense
.
Don
’
t
forget
I
owned
this
store
right
after
the
war
.
Had
to
sell
half
a
block
of
real
estate
to
stock
it
—
the
last
of
our
business
property
.
"
"
I
know
,
Ethan
.
I
’
m
your
banker
.
Know
your
business
the
way
your
doctor
knows
your
pulse
.
"
