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Ramona's abrupt decisions about her estate. Past
testaments had ranged from bequests to him and Lance,
to Prudence Lattice, to a tennis camp, and to the
Historical Society for the maintenance of the town
green. He suspected she made these announcements to
enjoy the pleasures of beneficence prior to death.
"What about Cecil? Your taking charge of Polly's life
because you've got the money to do a better job than
he can might hurt his pride."
Miss Dingley shot backwards in her wheelchair to
swoop the coffee urn off a mahogany sideboard. "Let's
hope the man has more sense than to sacrifice his
daughter's future on that altar!" She poured two cups.
"Pride! Pphht! I'll tell him he's got a choice between my
leaving it to Polly, or to that American Nazi magazine
that Barnum fellow used to try to get you to subscribe
to. How's that?…Supposed to be a joke, Sammy."
Smalter put his glasses back on, looping the gold
frames around his ears, and stared up at the invalid.
"Sorry. I don't see the humor in mocking the fact that
Cecil's mother was Jewish."
"Oh, stop moralizing. You think that's mockery?