“Fifty thousand.” “Jason!” I finally found my voice, and I clamped my hands down even tighter over Eric’s ears. I was embarrassed and humiliated, without being able to figure out exactly why. For one thing, my brother was arranging my business as though it were his. “Ten,” Chow said. “Forty-five,” Jason countered. “Twenty.” “Thirty-five.” “Done.” “Sookie, I’ll bring you my shotgun,” Jason said.
