Antigone had never had reason to disappoint somebody because she had never had a way to; she was a cantankerous woman in a marriage to a black hole of a man, but she was exactly who she was supposed to be, on the face of it. And Cash was - something else.

But just because he did not take her seriously did not mean that he ought to - he could not just walk around blurting his secrets, not even to women who did not really know anyone important.

"We can make a trade," Cash said, "If you want. But I'm not just telling you. You could ruin my life."

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