“But you know old Abe Nash. He said you was goin’ to get your wheel fixed and he said, right to Nancy, that you didn’t have any money to pay for it. And now you go and show him a roll.”
“How’d she lose her old money?”
“Says she left it on the basket of tomatoes. You took them over.”
“Yes, and there was no more money on them than there was diamonds.” Tom could be sarcastic. He kicked a peach basket viciously.
“Now I’ll tell you, son. Your best game is to give that money back to your maw—”
“I didn’t get it from mother.”
“You didn’t?” there was just a hint of suspicion in Sam’s voice now.
“No.”
“Weil, if you borrowed it from anyone else—give it back.”
“All right, Sam, guess I will.”