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Show in my father's house/ 274 goals so that someone else can have new drapes every other year." I sighed and a dark pit seemed to open in front of my eyes. "If Daddy would talk nicely to us..." I began. I couldn't finish. My mother nodded sympathetically. Danny already resented that my father bought a car and paid expenses for Aunt Sarah's Sterling, while Danny crowded work between sports and studies. After my father had come for Aunt Helga, Danny returned. I followed him downstairs. "What happened?" "Nothing." "Come on. I know Daddy talked to you. What did he say?" "He said if I was more like Isaac or Sterling, he'd be glad to help me. He said if I'd mind him and stay in Salt Lake, and turn over everything I make he'd help me get what I need. I told him 'never mind,* that every person needs to learn to handle his own money. Then he told me to pay him board and room or get out." "Oh, Danny! What will you do? Where will you live?" He shrugged. "Sleep in my car. Catch fish to eat. When school starts, I'll live with Jake in Nevada." I began to cry. "This is terrible. It isn't fair, not at all." I couldn't stand the thought of my brother being driven from home by my own father. "Please stay, Danny. I'll ask him to let your stay." "No!" He turned sharply to me. "Don't you dare talk to him. It's my problem." "Well, pay him the money then. Why won't you pay him the noney?" "Because I'm not sure he's right. You know the Church says |
