Ruth looked at what what left of her brother with disgust. What a whiner. With bad ideas too. Thank God someone else had offered him something better. She had once looked up to Eugene and trusted him. Ruth had realized that she could never trust him again. She was smarter than to trust anyone but herself now that she was old enough to look after herself. But she had hoped that she could still love and respect him. She wasn't so certain.

She hesitated. "Well... I thought ye might need a place. But maybe not, now that ye got a job or som't. Anyway, I wouldn't be able to afford ye anything nice. Just somethin' that's not the streets. But like I said, ye may not need it."