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"
You
’
ve
forgotten
,
Danny
.
A
man
of
property
is
a
precious
vessel
.
Already
I
’
ve
heard
that
the
kindest
thing
would
be
to
put
you
in
an
institution
where
you
would
get
the
care
you
need
.
"
"
They
wouldn
’
t
dare
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
they
would
—
and
feel
virtuous
about
it
.
You
know
the
process
.
The
judge
,
you
know
him
,
would
rule
you
incompetent
to
handle
property
.
He
would
appoint
a
guardian
,
and
I
can
guess
which
one
.
And
all
this
would
be
expensive
,
so
of
course
your
property
would
have
to
be
sold
to
pay
the
costs
,
and
guess
who
would
be
there
to
buy
it
.
"
His
eyes
were
shiny
and
he
listened
with
his
mouth
parted
.
Now
he
looked
away
.
"
You
’
re
trying
to
scare
me
,
Eth
.
You
picked
the
wrong
time
.
Catch
me
in
the
morning
when
I
’
m
cold
and
the
world
is
green
vomit
.
Right
now
—
my
strength
it
is
the
strength
of
ten
because
the
bottle
’
s
here
.
"
He
waved
it
like
a
sword
and
his
eyes
went
to
slits
gleaming
in
the
candlelight
.
"
Did
I
tell
you
,
Eth
?
I
think
I
did
—
a
drunk
has
a
special
evil
kind
of
intelligence
.
"
"
But
I
’
ve
told
you
what
will
happen
.
"
"
I
agree
with
you
.
I
know
it
’
s
true
.
You
’
ve
made
your
point
.
But
instead
of
scaring
me
,
you
’
ve
roused
my
imp
.
Whoever
thinks
a
drunk
is
helpless
is
crazy
.
A
drunk
is
a
very
special
vehicle
with
special
abilities
.
I
can
fight
back
,
and
right
now
I
seem
to
want
to
.
"
"
Good
boy
!
That
’
s
what
I
want
to
hear
.
"
He
sighted
at
me
over
the
neck
of
the
whisky
bottle
as
though
it
were
the
bead
on
the
end
of
a
rifle
.
"
You
’
d
loan
me
Mary
’
s
money
?
"
