It could have been like a fairy tale. But fairy tales aren't real. Things don't work like that. There's a price for everything.

No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

What tinfoil?" he asked.

This kind of thing always amazed Ginny--people who just walked away from institutions. People who left school when they didn't see the point. Aunt Peg had done that. Ginny knew she never would. That either made her someone who worked hard and finished things, or someone who didn't have the guts to break away from the pack. Maybe both.

because talent alone doesn't make an artist

Money is for doing things, my love. Don't sit on it like a hen sits on an egg. It doesn't hatch. I should know. I've made enough of it.