“Man, what,” asks Frank—with his little smile—“we going to do about the money?” “You ever have any money?” Joseph asks. Frank looks up at him and says nothing—merely questions him with his eyes. Joseph asks again, “You ever have any money?” Frank says, finally, “No.” “Then, why you worried about it now?” Frank looks up at him again. “You raised them somehow, didn’t you? You fed them somehow—didn’t you? If we start to worrying about money now, man, we going to be fucked and we going to lose our children.
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