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"
Does
it
?
I
honestly
do
n't
know
.
There
are
n't
enough
women
to
tell
,
I
suppose
.
Only
one
per
generation
.
Nanna
,
and
Mum
,
and
me
.
Heaps
of
men
,
though
.
"
"
Except
in
your
generation
there
are
not
heaps
of
men
.
Only
Dane
.
"
"
Due
to
the
fact
Mum
left
my
father
,
I
expect
.
She
never
seemed
to
get
interested
in
anyone
else
.
Pity
,
I
think
.
Mum
's
a
real
home-body
;
she
would
have
liked
a
husband
to
fuss
over
.
"
"
Is
she
like
you
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
"
More
importantly
,
do
you
like
each
other
?
"
"
Mum
and
I
?
"
She
smiled
without
rancor
,
much
as
her
mother
would
have
done
had
someone
asked
her
whether
she
liked
her
daughter
.
"
I
'm
not
sure
if
we
like
each
other
,
but
there
is
something
there
.
Maybe
it
's
a
simple
biological
bond
;
I
do
n't
know
.
"
Her
eyes
kindled
.
"
I
've
always
wanted
her
to
talk
to
me
the
way
she
does
to
Dane
,
and
wanted
to
get
along
with
her
the
way
Dane
does
.
But
either
there
's
something
lacking
in
her
,
or
something
lacking
in
me
.
Me
,
I
'd
reckon
.
She
's
a
much
finer
person
than
I
am
.
"
"
I
have
n't
met
her
,
so
I
ca
n't
agree
or
disagree
with
your
judgment
.
If
it
's
of
any
conceivable
comfort
to
you
,
Herzchen
,
I
like
you
exactly
the
way
you
are
.
No
,
I
would
n't
change
a
thing
about
you
,
even
your
ridiculous
pugnacity
.
"
"
Is
n't
that
nice
of
you
?
And
after
I
insulted
you
,
too
.
I
'm
not
really
like
Dane
,
am
I
?
"
