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"
It
never
occurred
to
me
.
"
"
That
sounds
like
your
father
,
Ethan
.
That
sounds
wishy
-
washy
.
If
I
’
m
going
to
help
you
get
on
your
feet
I
can
’
t
have
you
wishy
-
washy
.
"
"
Well
,
sir
.
"
"
And
it
isn
’
t
like
she
was
going
to
spend
it
locally
.
No
,
she
’
s
going
to
wander
around
the
discount
houses
and
pay
cash
.
There
’
s
no
telling
what
she
’
ll
pick
up
.
Local
man
might
charge
more
but
he
’
d
be
here
if
she
got
a
lemon
.
You
should
put
your
foot
down
,
Ethan
.
Try
to
get
her
to
redeposit
it
!
Or
you
tell
her
to
put
the
money
in
my
hands
.
She
’
ll
never
regret
it
.
"
"
It
’
s
money
her
brother
left
her
,
sir
.
"
"
I
know
that
.
I
tried
to
reason
with
her
when
she
drew
it
.
She
just
turned
blue
-
eyed
vague
—
said
she
wanted
to
look
around
.
Can
’
t
she
look
around
without
a
thousand
dollars
in
her
pocket
?
You
ought
to
know
better
,
if
she
doesn
’
t
.
"
"
I
guess
I
’
m
out
of
practice
,
Mr
.
Baker
.
We
haven
’
t
had
any
money
since
we
were
married
.
"
"
Well
,
you
’
d
better
learn
and
learn
quick
or
you
won
’
t
have
any
very
long
.
The
spending
habit
is
like
a
dope
with
some
women
.
"
"
Mary
hasn
’
t
had
a
chance
to
develop
the
habit
,
sir
.
"
"
Well
,
she
will
.
Just
let
her
taste
blood
and
she
’
ll
turn
killer
.
"
