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Show •100 and the heavy jaw glinted with beads of sweat. "I'm sort of half-caterpillar and half-butterfly," Benbow said. "Too rich to be poor and too poor to be rich yet. So I could tell you. Only thing is, are you really certain you want to know?" "Yes," I said. "There he is," said a very flat Texas voice at my shoulder. "We've been looking all over for you, Buck honey," my wife said. "Mr. Benbow, you come with me; I want you to meet somebody." "Wait a minute," I told her, pulling my arm free. "He hasn't answered my question yet." But he was already turning away. "Damn it, didn't I tell her to keep you in that room until you sobered up?" Maybelle said. "And what kind of stupid questions were you asking that man? Haven't you young people got any sense at all? When I was a girl men did what they had to and if they had any funny ideas they kept them to themselves and were grateful if nobody found out. These days it seems like the crazier the idea the more proud of it you are." At least that's what I supposed her to be saying; the music drowned out two thirds of her words and I had to guess at her meaning but her angry gloomy face confirmed it. I didn't know how to answer. I suppose now that what I was |
