“No.”
“He wanted more after you shut down on him, didn’t he?”
“Yes. That made me mad. Understand, Donald, I don’t care too much for him. I think he’s an awful pill, but, after all, he’s been dragged into the family, and I have to make the most of him or else go out and live by myself.”
“Why don’t you do that?”
“Because of the awful mess of things Dad made.”
“You mean his second marriage?”
“Yes.”
“How did he get roped into that?”
“I’m darned if I know, Donald— Oh, it’s a hell of a thing to talk about.”
“Go ahead. You’ve started now.”