Jay had always owned some part, a big part, of everything he touched — both people and things. Some people were the owners, the havers. The others were the have-nots, the serfs who took what was left when the master’s table was cleared. All his life Bruce had been one of the have-nots, not even a has-been, but a never-was. He had owned nothing. But now he owned that twenty per cent. It wasn’t much, but he did have that. What he didn’t have and wanted most now was a woman. His woman.
