“I wish they—I wish people in this town would mind their own business.”
Routt grinned and said: “You act as though there was something in it.”
“Don’t be a darned fool.”
“Well, I’m telling you what people say. If I were you—you’re a public official, you know, in the public eye—I’d be careful. Tell your mother to get rid of her. Safest thing to do.”
“I’m not looking for safe things to do.” Wint liked the defiant sound of that.
Routt nodded. “I’d be worried, if it was me. That’s all.”
“I’m not worried,” said Wint. “Hetty’s all right. And if she weren’t—I don’t propose to be scared.”
“We-ell, it’s your funeral,” Routt told him.
Wint laughed. “I guess it’s not as bad as that. It’s almost twelve. I’m going home.”