Not much of one, he thought. She was coming to live in a house which had no room for her, amongst people who didn't trust her, with no money to speak of to provide for her future. But he couldn't have admitted that to her, and he couldn't say it to Cash. When he'd gone to see her last week they'd agreed to try and make the best of things, and that was just what he would have to do — even if the best of things wasn't much at all.

He picked up his glass, tilted it back and swallowed half the drink. "I think you're up," he said, as though either of them still wanted to play.

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