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The old h she hadn’t yet known that part

“So I still have a job?” he’d asked Not daunted by thepublic commute each way

According to Gabrielle, when he’d asked that question, instead of fighting about having to take the bus, he’d won her admiration and friendship

“You’re my son You ork in the family business and earn your keep”

“Fine”

His father had slammed out of his room, and five minutes later Gabrielle and Marie had knocked on his door When he’d answered, they’d both just looked at hiht into him

Just like they were doing now

“I o thousand dollars,” he said Which told thee boys

Marie’s hissed intake of breath, the worry shining in her eyes, were his penance The reason he’d come to them

He’d remember their disapproval the next ti stupid

Gabrielle didn’t lift her chin fro to report it to the IRS?”

He hadn’t thought that far “Yeah” He played by the books

“You know you’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep this up” Gabrielle again

He did Which hy he was in their dorm room instead of home in bed Why, every time, in his quest for freedom from manipulation over the past three years, he’d run his antics by the out But not this time

“You’re winning now, bu