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When
he
stopped
drinking
,
his
eyes
were
even
shinier
but
they
were
cold
and
impersonal
as
a
snake
’
s
eyes
.
"
Can
you
get
the
money
this
week
,
Eth
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Wednesday
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Have
you
got
a
couple
of
bucks
now
?
"
I
had
just
that
—
a
dollar
bill
,
a
half
,
a
quarter
,
two
dimes
and
a
nickel
,
and
three
pennies
.
I
poured
them
into
his
outstretched
hand
.
He
finished
the
bottle
and
dropped
it
on
the
floor
.
"
Somehow
I
never
put
you
down
for
clever
,
Eth
.
Do
you
know
even
a
basic
cure
would
cost
about
a
thousand
dollars
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
"
This
is
fun
,
Eth
.
This
isn
’
t
chess
,
it
’
s
poker
.
I
used
to
be
pretty
good
at
poker
—
too
good
.
You
’
re
betting
I
’
ll
put
up
my
meadow
as
collateral
.
And
you
’
re
betting
that
a
thousand
dollars
’
worth
of
booze
will
kill
me
,
and
there
you
’
ll
be
with
an
airport
in
your
lap
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
nasty
thing
,
Danny
.
"
