“This is where Bob’s company had its land, isn’t it?”
“Do you know anything about that?”
“Only a little that Bob’s told me.”
I looked at her. “I’m going to ask you a question and you may not want to answer.”
“Don’t do it, Donald. We’re getting along nicely. I hate to be questioned.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I like to be independent and live my own life. When people start asking me too many questions and make me answer, it makes me feel I have no privacy. I’ll answer them if I like the person who asks them, but I resent it afterwards. I’ve always been that way.”
“I’m going to ask it just the same.”
“What is it?”
“Have you given your stepbrother any money?”