I spent the time pacing up and down, thinking about what my uncle had said to me. I hope you’re ready for who you’re going to be. What did that mean? Who was I going to be? Would I be like him, forgetting about my grandfather’s killer, only caring about money? Was that how real Trelawneys behaved? If so, did I really want to be like that? No, of course not. I didn’t care about the money. Sure, no one was threatening to break my legs, but that wasn’t the point. I wouldn’t care even if they were. I just wanted to find Grandpa’s killer. My uncle sat patiently at the table, reading stuff on his phone. When I asked what he was doing, he replied, “Research.” “What kind of research?” “I’m learning about J.J. Always be prepared. That’s the first rule of business.” “I thought the first rule of business was—” “Oh, stop it. Don’t ask me to be logical, that’s not my style. Do you want to know the real first rule of business?” “Yes.” “Earn more money than you spend.
