" Probably. I tell myself that I did good today, because you'd have hurt the guy, if I hadn't butted in. Mr. Dunbar was right, too. It would have been...you in trouble, not this Dwight guy." What's it to you? In any case, it would have been enough to make the fucker bleed!" You don't know me and I don't know you. Come visit at my house for a few minutes. Let me show you my knife. Maybe it will impress you, maybe not. Maybe you'll listen to me, maybe not. You can always go back and just line up. A few years after Ann had her cancer, Teresa showed up with her bastard child Kerry in tow. Somehow the welfare mother was able to scrounge up enough money to move her lazy ass to Indianapolis. They stayed with us until the State of Indiana added a new welfare mom to their rolls and then she found a house in a better neighbor hood than ours that took Section H. For some reason, the fact that Teresa was able to move into a better area then us really pissed Ann off.Then three years later Terry. Like every woman, she checked the ring finger. Nothing there.Suddenly he looked up and caught her eyes. She must have leaned too far forward to see it or something, but there was no pretending she hadn't been looking. Someone like this man deserved more than easy deception. She looked into his eyes, sympathetically, she thought. He stared back at her—offended, mystified, it was hard to read his blank, mute response. Impulsively she reached out her hand and put it on his, and poured all the. In spite of her major in accounting, Wendy had to re-learn budgeting and spending what was in her pocket from scratch, as though she were a young teenager. Burnside gave the following advice, words that Wendy would remember for many years… ‘Look at your time and the money I give you in terms of opportunity costs. To see one place you will give up the opportunity to see something else. Spend your money on one activity, and that money is forfeited for anything else. Appreciate the time, the.