![]() ![]() "I'll think about that when the time comes," I say. But what's the plan after it's all gone? Money isn't like mushrooms in a forest-it doesn't just pop up on its own, you know. It's your father's money, so who cares, right? Get your hands on that much and you should be able to make it. "You really need this money and you're going to get it-beg, borrow, or steal. He knows whose money we're talking about, so there's no need for any long-winded interrogations. "I imagine you've started by rifling drawers, am I right?" "I'm guessing this isn't Christmas money from Santa Claus."Ĭrow smirks and looks around. I know it's not a lot, but it should be enough. "Close to thirty-five hundred in cash, plus some money I can get from an ATM. The kind of voice like when you've just woken up and your mouth still feels heavy and dull. "So you're all set for money, then?" the boy named Crow asks in his typical sluggish voice. Ninth Printing, December 2005 The Boy Named Crow ![]()
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