“Yeah, she’s got a thing about that,” Daniel said and his eyes clouded. “People telling her what they think she wants to hear. But she’s a big girl, and what’s the use keeping a promise to somebody who’s dead when she’s standing right in front of you?” He had surrendered all pretense of gambling and so he ought to relinquish his seat before the manager got testy. He got to his feet and counted out the money to cover his tab. “Ya know, I might be crazy, but… I think that’s why she likes me, Julianna. I’ve got nothin’ to hide.”

He signaled the waitress and gave her the cash. "No change."