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> Your Uncle Clyde comes home at six, and you run to the front door to greet him. "My million dollars came today !" you shout excitedly.
> "Good," he says, putting down his cap and newspaper on the coffee table. "Anything else new?"
> You knew he'd be as nonchalant as ever. It would take more than a million dollars to get Uncle Clyde excited.
> "Some newspaper people were here a few minutes ago to take my picture for The Gazette," you tell him, following him into the kitchen.
> "I don't read The Gazette," Uncle Clyde says, opening the refrigerator, "and trouble is money. Do you know what I mean by that?"
> "No," you say.
> "Listen, can you lend me a twenty till Friday?" he asks.
> "No," you reply. "According to the rules, I can't give any of it to anyone I know."
> "Well, then, it's not much good, is it?"
> Go on to PAGE 13.
No need to make any choices yet neets. Just onwards to page 13.