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Her voice whispered in my ear. "Nothing will happen, Joney. I'll be careful."Then I couldn't wait any longer and her whisper changed into a sudden cry of pain. I couldn't breathe and she kept crying in my ear, "I love you, Joney. I love you, Joney."She loved me all right. She loved me so good that five weeks later she tells me we got to get married. We were sitting in the front seat of my car this time, driving back from the football game. I looked over at her. "What for?"She looked up at me. She wasn't frightened, not then. She was too sure of herself. Her voice was almost flippant. "The usual reason. What other reason does a fellow and a girl get married for?"My voice turned bitter. I knew when I'd been taken. "Sometimes it's because they want to get married.""Well, I want to get married." She moved closer to me.I pushed her back on the seat. "Well, I don't."She began to cry then. "But you said you loved me."I didn't look at her. "A man says a lot of things when he's humping." I pulled the car over against the curb and parked. I turned to her. "I thought you said you'd be careful."She was wiping at her tears with a small, ineffectual handkerchief. "I love you, Joney. I wanted to have your baby."For the first time since she told me, I began to feel better. That was one of the troubles with being Jonas Cord, Jr. Too many girls, and their mothers, too, thought that spelled money. www.2013louisvuittononlineshop.de Big money. Ever since the war, when my father built an empire on gunpowder.
Reeves sat up. "Start a fire," he said. "We'll cook this one."Max was already chewing on a piece. He shook his head. "The smell of a fire carries for miles."Reeves got to his feet angrily. "I don't give a d**n," he snarled, his face flushing. "I ain't no d**n Injun like you. I'm cookin' my fish."He scrambled around, gathering twigs. At last, he had enough to start a small fixe. His hand groped in his pocket for matches. He found one and scraped it on a log. It didn't light. Angrily he scraped it again. He stared at the match. "They're still wet," he said."Yeah," Max answered, still chewing stolidly on the fish. It was rubbery and oily but he chewed it slowly, swallowing only a little at a time."You c'n start a fire," Reeves snapped.Max looked up at him. "How?""Injun style," Reeves said, "rubbin' two sticks together."Max laughed. "It won't work. The wood's too damp." He picked up a piece of the fish and held it up toward Reeves. "Here, eat it. It ain't so bad if you chew it slow."Reeves took the fish and squatted down beside Max, then began to chew on it. After a moment, he spat it out. "I can't eat it." He was silent for a moment, his arms louis vuitton wrapped around himself. "It's gettin' d**n cold out here," he said, shivering slightly.Max looked at him. It wasn't that cold. Faint beads of perspiration stood out on Reeves's face and he was beginning to tremble.
Denby got up nervously. "Your father's waiting."I didn't answer. He opened the door to my father's office and I walked through. He closed the door behind me. I looked around the office.Nevada was leaning against the left wall bookcase, his eyes half closed in that deceptive manner of alertness peculiar to him. McAllister was seated in a chair across from my father. He turned his head to look at me. My father sat behind the immense old oak desk and glared. Outside of that, the office was just as I remembered it.The dark oak-paneled walls, the heavy leather chairs. The green velvet drapes on the windows and the picture of my father and President Wilson on the wall behind the desk. At my father's side was the telephone table with the three telephones and right next to it was the table with the ever present carafe of water, bottle of bourbon whisky and two glasses. The whisky bottle was about one-third filled. That made it about three o'clock. I checked my watch. It was ten after three. My father was a bottle-a-day man.I crossed the office and stopped in front of him.
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