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Chapter 8
Andallthiswouldbeexpensive,soofcourseyourpropertywouldhavetobesoldtopaythecosts,andguesswhowouldbetheretobuyit."
Hiseyeswereshinyandhelistenedwithhismouthparted.Nowhelookedaway.
"You’retryingtoscareme,Eth.Youpickedthewrongtime.CatchmeinthemorningwhenI’mcoldandtheworldisgreenvomit.Rightnow—mystrengthitisthestrengthoftenbecausethebottle’shere."Hewaveditlikeaswordandhiseyeswenttoslitsgleaminginthecandlelight."DidItellyou,Eth?IthinkIdid—adrunkhasaspecialevilkindofintelligence."
"ButI’vetoldyouwhatwillhappen."
"Iagreewithyou.Iknowit’strue.You’vemadeyourpoint.Butinsteadofscaringme,you’verousedmyimp.Whoeverthinksadrunkishelplessiscrazy.Adrunkisaveryspecialvehiclewithspecialabilities.Icanfightback,andrightnowIseemtowantto."
"Goodboy!That’swhatIwanttohear."
Hesightedatmeovertheneckofthewhiskybottleasthoughitwerethebeadontheendofarifle."You’dloanmeMary’smoney?"
"Yes."
"Withoutsecurity?"
"Yes."
"Knowingthechanceofgettingitbackisathousandtooneagainst?"
"Yes."
"There’sanuglythinginadrunk,Eth.Idon’tbelieveyou."Helickedhisdrylips."Wouldyouputthemoneyinmyhands?"
"Wheneveryousay."
"I’vetoldyounotto."
"ButIwill."
Thistimehetippedthebottlebackandthebigbubbleroseinsidetheglass.
