“Are you admitting that Buster was some sort of dowry, Bob?” Alex asked. “Alex, what’s a dowry?” Conner said out of the side of his mouth, not breaking his stare at Bob. “It’s a settlement of sorts,” Alex said. “Like, in ancient times, a man would be promised a dozen camels or something in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage.” “Gotcha,” Conner said, diverting his full attention back to Bob. “You don’t think our mother is worth a dozen camels, Bob? One dog and you think the deal is sealed?” “I definitely don’t think the deal is sealed,” Bob said. “Yet.”
