“Sure,” I says. “I never had time to be. I never had time to go to Harvard or drink myself into the ground. I had to work. But of course if you want me to follow her around and see what she does, I can quit the store and get a job where I can work at night. Then I can watch her during the day and you can use Ben for the night shift.” “I know I’m just a trouble and a burden to you,” she says, crying on the pillow.
