"We could hit a liquor store or a service station…" Don suggested. So far he had avoided telling Ray about the robbery of the salesman; he had no intention of telling him. Hell! He might want a split… because I used his gun!

"It's too risky, Don!" Ray told him. "I don't dig that! They really lay you out on that kind of a charge… if you get caught!"

"You got any better ideas…?"

"Whatever we do it's got to be safe!"

Ray looked off down the street to where a vaguely familiar figure was seated near a fountain. "Hey, man… isn't that your sister…?" He pointed.

"Yeah… it sure as hell is!" Donnie's heart skipped a beat. What the hell is she doing downtown?

"Man… is she built! I'll bet she's a real mink… when she's turned on!"

Without thinking, Don reacted to his statement with an affirmative, "Yeah, man… she's something else…"

Ray looked at him in disbelief. "Like… are you saying you've laid her… your own sister…?"

"I didn't say any such thing!" Don barked.

"Don't try to put me on, man… I heard you, and I saw the way you looked at her!" Ray said. "You must've fucked her!"

"… And, what if I did…?"

"You trying to save it all for yourself?" Ray leered.

"What are you driving at…?"

"Christ, man! It's right in front of you! Spread a little bit of her sunshine around… Don!"

"And…"

"And we've got that bundle of bread!"

"Hell no! That'd be just like…" He caught himself before the words were out of his mouth, as he realized that he was going to say: our mom! He finished the unspoken part weakly, "You know… like making a whore out of her!"

"You meant to say something about like mother, like daughter, didn't you?" Ray grinned.

"You really lay it on, don't you?" Don snapped. "Where'd you get that idea?"