“Now, you say you want to give back the money your father lost. Why?” Ordinarily Cal’s eyes were squinted and cautious, but now they were so wide that they seemed to look around and through Will. Cal was as close to his own soul as it is possible to get. “My father is good,” he said. “I want to make it up to him because I am not good.” “If you do that, wouldn’t you be good?” “No,” said Cal. “I think bad.” Will had never met anyone who spoke so nakedly. He was near to embarrassment because of the nakedness, and he knew how safe Cal was in his stripped honesty. “Only one more,” he said, “and I
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