“What can you do about it?” I asked.
She studied me thoughtfully. “Nothing, I guess. Not now.”
“You can’t raise any money?”
“Not a cent.”
“You must have some money in the bank.”
“Well, what if I have?”
“And a few things you could hock.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
“Your dear auntie doesn’t seem as important to you now as she did Saturday, does she?”
“Shut up. Sit down and wait for the coffee.”