"How is she? I'll tell you how she is. She's in a
Mexican jail because she was caught crossing the
border with drugs in her car, so they confiscated her car and she's in a pretty kettle of fish. My first reaction is not to give a picayune and let her fry in her
own fire."
She settled in her chair, looking stunned. "Of
course, her father would rant and rave and then make
sure she was taken care of, and if I did any less, he'd
probably rise from the grave. She's the way she is
because he spoiled her spared the rod and spoiled the
child.
"Well. I can't very well leave her down there. I
know what sort of things go on in those places and
even she doesn't deserve that. Maybe she does," she
added after a moment. "but I don't have cold enough
of a heart to let it happen. I called my attorney and got
him on it. He'll pay off whoever has to be paid off to
get her out. Where she'll go and what she'll do is
anyone's guess, but don't be surprised if she shows up
outside this door finally. The only reason someone
like her comes home is because no one else will take
her in,"
"You took me in," I reminded her.
"That's a different story. You're a legitimate
person in need. No matter what I do to help her, she'll
only go bad again and again. She's the rotten apple
who spoils the bunch, believe me.
"Oh well, maybe she won't come here. Maybe
she'll use what I gave her to go on another fling. It's
like paying off the devil to keep him from your door. I
can't imagine what would have happened to that poor