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Chapter 18
"Ifheneedsamillionacrestomakehimfeelrich,seemstomeheneedsit’causehefeelsawfulpoorinsidehisself,andifhe’spoorinhisself,thereain’tnomillionacresgonnamakehimfeelrich,an’maybehe’sdisappointedthatnothin’hecando’llmakehimfeelrich—notrichlikeMis’WilsonwaswhenshegivehertentwhenGrampadied.Iain’ttryin’topreachnosermon,butIneverseennobodythat’sbusyasaprairiedogcollectin’stuffthatwasn’tdisappointed."Hegrinned."Doeskindasoun’likeasermon,don’tit?"
Thesunwasflamingfiercelynow.Pasaid,"Betterscrunchdownunderwater.She’llburnthelivingJesusoutayou."Andhereclinedandletthegentlymovingwaterflowaroundhisneck."Ifafella’swillin’toworkhard,can’thecuther?"Paasked.
Themansatupandfacedhim."Look,mister.Idon’knowever’thing.Youmightgoouttherean’fallintoasteadyjob,an’I’dbealiar.An’then,youmightnevergetnowork,an’Ididn’warnya.Icantellyamos’ofthefolksispurtymis’able."Helaybackinthewater."Afelladon’knowever’thing,"hesaid.
PaturnedhisheadandlookedatUncleJohn."Youneverwasafellatosaymuch,"Pasaid."ButI’llbegoddamnedifyouopenedyourmouthtwicetsencewelef’home.Whatyouthink’boutthishere?"
UncleJohnscowled."Idon’tthinknothin’aboutit.We’rea-goin’there,ain’twe?Noneofthisheretalkgonnakeepusfromgoin’there.Whenwegetthere,we’llgetthere.
