“That’s a very good question. I asked him the same thing. ‘Greg,’ I said. ‘Can we afford this?’ Philosophy professors don’t exactly make a killing. And I’m not exactly raking in the big bucks at the clinic. Plus we’ve got two mortgages to pay, thanks to your brother’s decision to buy your father’s house — which he still refuses to sell, even though your father’s been dead for seven years and in those seven years we’ve spent a grand total of three weekends down there.”
“What did he say?” I asked.
“About?”
“When you asked him — about the Miata, whether he could afford it?”
“He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ When I pressed him, he refused to talk about it anymore. He said, ‘You remind me of my mother, you worry so damn much.’ Do you think maybe he might be gambling?”
“Greg — gambling?”
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