“Yes. I don’t need it. And it’s something that I can do for them, and yes I know you’ll probably give ‘em more than that in pocket change,�... I said, “but it’s all I got. As they say, it’s the thought that counts, right?”“Hmm,” he said.“Yeah, hmm,” I said back at him.“Look, as hard as it may be for you to believe I am not a complete idiot. I know you’re basically a good guy, and in spite of everything you may think, and all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, so am I. Yes, I took your wife. Cicero and I dove into finishing the special order and packing up the things I wanted to move from my shop. Several surprising things happened: Cicero turned to out to be very good with delicate hand work, we finished the order on time, and the Army actually paid me for the ammunition shot off in defending against the Indian attack (maybe pigs WOULD fly, come Christmas!).I bought a wagon to use for hauling my shop holdings and Amy used the buckboard for the household goods; we said goodbye to. ”“I don’t think I can sell them,” Owen said. “Besides, I don’t want to.”“But--” Frieda frowned. “Dad’s going to be devastated.”“Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Besides, I can’t waitress well enough for everyone. We need good money.”“Yeah,” Owen said. “I think I’m going to have to buy the rich man.”“That doesn’t seem to make you happy,” Elizabeth said watching Owen’s face. The elevator doors opened. Janice and Roxxi were down the hallway. Owen waved.“Party at your place?” Janice asked. Roxxi lit up.I’m. ..the last shouting match you got into with your Mom the last time you were in this house.You make your way upstairs, to see if your bedroom is still there, not hopeful - she's probalby turned it into a storage room for her creepy porcelain dolls or maybe she's put exercise equipment in there that she'll use for a month and then never touch again. Opening the door, you're shocked - it's still your room. All of your things are there, you tear up just a little - maybe this means that she does.