I waited painfully as Granddaddy shook his head and snorted in utter dismay. He took a quick swallow of his bourbon to quell his disgust.
"Oh, hell," he said. "What's the use? I might have known you'd be one of those honest Overtons. And what a shame it is! I had such grandiose plans for you, boy. But I may just as well have been saving my energy. You are a lost cause, and alas, the fine old honored name of Overton will never rise again. I blame your stupid daddy for this. He was the weak skunk in the woodpile. Morality! Bah! The only time a man can afford to be virtuous, boy, is after he is rich and sitting on top of the heap. Not before. Meantime, you have to be a regular bastard. But I can see I'm wasting my breath trying to convince you to make out big with your c**k, Phil."
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