"As it's everything, I wouldn't think it would be. How much?"
"Three thousand."
"You're out of your mind."
Nawin's eyes hardened against all screams of dogs and men, hustlers who sold their youth for as long as it lasted no different than any other marketable product, and against all life forms floundering helplessly like fish in nets.
"Don't look at me that way. Its for my father. Of anything I get, half will go to him and half so that I can leave. If you have it why shouldn't you give it to me. I let you escape your pathetic middle aged life for a while. Now you can help me."
"Well consumer beware, but it's certainly cheaper than being a benefactor providing college education to every creature who needs it."
"You didn't mean it."
Nawin heard him. He was silent for he did not know.
"See. And yet I am bad for needing."
"And I for having and not giving it away. Here." He pulled out his wallet from the drawer."