Joker’s familiar bearlike growl came over the phone line, “but the investors will think you’ve split your gourd.” “Maybe I have,” King said in a soft but determined voice, “but it could work.” “Yeah, and frogs could take up clogging and be on the Grand Ole Opry. Look at this sensibly. Our little project is supposed to bring in folks with big bucks, folks that play tennis and golf and take jaunts out to Las Vegas and an occasional trip to Europe. That doesn’t mix with little old men and women with medical problems.” “You don’t think they might be philanthropic with some of those bucks? These local people won’t bother the residents. All we have to do is enclose the springs in a building and allow Kaylyn to oversee the project. I’ve been considering offering her a job, anyway. Think of the great public relations.” “Think of the money we’ll lose if our investors hate your little scheme and pull out.” “Talk to them, Joker. This is really important—to me.”
