“I have no idea what I’ll want if I do win this,” McVries said. “There’s nothing that I really need. I mean, I don’t have a sick old mother sitting home or a father on a kidney machine, or anything. I don’t even have a little brother dying gamely of leukemia.” He laughed and unstrapped his canteen. “You’ve got a point there,” Garraty agreed. “You mean I don’t have a point there. The whole thing is pointless.” “You don’t really mean that,” Garraty said confidently. “If you had it to do all over again—” “Yeah, yeah, I’d still do it, but—”
