The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. “On or about the day you receive this letter, Anna, the six months will be up. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. There sprang from that a vague hope that perhaps she might extort a capitulation from her father by a threat to seek that position, and then with overwhelming clearness it came to her that whatever happened she would never be able to tell her father about her debt. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said, shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. Hill was seated.
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