22/24 You've got folks that love you--not because you hand out the pay envelope on a certain day of the week, but because you belong to them, and they belong to you. Kid, I'm thirty-two years old--and I've never known what that felt like. I have never known what it was like to have some one plan for me and with me, unless they were paid for it." The Kid stood very still. "You could live here," he lifted his head to say gravely after a little silence that was full of thought. |