I thought about the money he wanted for the tutor all the rest of that week, and over the weekend, too. Sometimes I took out those two bills-I had unfolded them but the creases still remained-and studied at them. On Sunday night I made my decision. I told Henry that hed have to take the Model T to school on Monday; I had to go to Hemingford Home and see Mr. Stoppenhauser at the bank about a shortie loan. A small one. Just 35 dollars. What for? Henry was sitting at the window and looking moodily out at the darkening West Field. I told him. I thought it would start another argument about Shannon, and in a way, I wanted that. Hed said nothing about her all week, although I knew Shan was gone. Mert Donovan had told me when he came by for a load of seed corn. Went off to some fancy school back in Omaha, he said. Well, more power to her, thats what I think. If theyre gonna vote, they better learn. Although, he added after a moments cogitation, mine does what I tell her. She better, if she knows whats good for her.
