“The only way to really understand what money means is to have been poor,” he said to me when we were eating lunch in the car. “That’s the strike you have against you. A boy grows up rich like you, never wanting for anything, never being hungry” – he shook his head, as if it had been a disappointing choice I’d made – “I don’t know how a person overcomes a thing like that.”
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