CHAPTER THIRTY
“We can’t do that,” said Larry Grimes, sitting in the back room of his store with Cathy next to him. “It’s immoral!”
“I don’t really care what it is anymore, Larry. Neither of us have been dealt a good hand in this life, not until now, that is. So we’re gonna use that money, pull down that old house of yours and employ some real builders to make us a new home – and a bigger one!”
“But, Cathy, don’t you think we should—”
“What? Give it back?” Larry nodded. “Well, no, I do not think we shall. I have thought long and hard on this, Larry, since Mr Norton told me about the money. I was like you, at first, but I think we have just as much right to some happiness as the next person. Besides, it was what Mr Norton wanted.”
It was late. Cathy had told him the whole story of what
