You know Quinn?” Macaulay asked me.”Ten minutes ago I was putting him to bed.”Macaulay grinned. “I hope you keep his acquaintance like that – social””Meaning what?”Macaulay’s grin became rueful. “He used to be my broker, and his advice led me right up to the poorhouse steps.””That’s sweet,” I said. “he’s my broker now and I’m following his advice.” Macaulay and the girl laughed. I pretended I was laughing and returned to my table.

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