“If you will come up here and lend me a pen, I can write on this stone.”
And so by starlight the document was signed. “Now what shall we do with the profits?”
“I don’t know. What do rich people do with money?”
“They usually provide for their sons’ wives. How soon are you going to marry Marvin?”
Jean took one last desperate look at her stars, and found enough courage to answer,
“Never.”
“I am sorry to hear that, and my wife will be sorry, too. Don’t you care for him?”
“I’d rather not answer that question.”
“Won’t you let me send him down here to plead his cause?”
“No. I don’t want to see him again, and in two or three years he will forget all about me.”