Mr. Pic. This was Fort Worth, sir. My mother remarked to me once that Mrs. McLean had said she went and played the slot machines and lost $100 in it, and she raved and ranted about this for half an hour or an hour about how this woman could go and waste $100 and what she could do with it and everything. She resented the fact this woman lost her own money.
Mr. Jenner. I haven't found a single letter yet, Sergeant, in which your mother fails to mention the subject of money.
Mr. Pic. You may find a Christmas card, "Love, Mother," sir.
Mr. Jenner. A letter?
Mr. Pic. No, sir; I don't think you will. These are only part of them. I threw out a whole bunch a couple of years ago. They were all basically the same.
Mr. Jenner. Was your mother loving and affectionate toward you boys?
Mr. Pic. I would say for myself, sir, I wasn't to her.
Mr. Jenner. What is that?
Mr. Pic. I was not toward her.
Mr. Jenner. Why?