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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 165061" data-attributes="member: 22">Chapter 20Most times, JR thought, he could figure just about what the old man was thinking, knew instinctively what he wanted done. Right now, it was all out of kilter. What the hell got into Bobby? First that off-the-wall marriage, and to Pamela Barnes for chrissake; then him popping off at dinner about how he wanted to come off the road, take a guiding hand in the business.Damn. Bobby was just a kid; he didn’t know his ass from his eardrum about the company or the Texas Independents. He was good for setting up parties, for furnishing party girls and booze and discreet motels. Maybe it was that woman Pamela putting little brother up to being something he wasn’t. A Barnes, a goddamn Barnes.********Jock drew on his cigar, cocked his head at another outburst of hilarity from the second floor. ‘Better see to Sue Ellen, boy. Sounds like my first grandson is liable to be their‘s.’In darkness, in silence, JR hunched in his chair long after his father went back into the house. Jesus. He hadn’t even thought about that angle until the old man made such a point of it: the next Ewing generation, the next male Ewing. Lucy didn’t count, in Jock’s estimation, because women didn’t run big oil outfits. And Lucy was a living symbol of a failure: Gary. Oh God, if the old man ever knew the truth!But there was no chance of that. Maureen was smart; she’d taken the money and run. Wherever Gary got to, he’d never show his face at the ranch again, and most likely never would. By now, he was dead from booze, or some other drunk had killed him.Little Lucy didn’t recall anything important from her early childhood, or she’d have stuck it to him already. His own daughter, and the kid hated his very guts; he didn’t know why. He’d always been good to her, good as he knew how, but she looked at him sometimes like she’d be happy to see him dead.Bobby and Pamela – that was something else. Suppose they produced a kid right away, a male heir? That might just tear down JR‘s playhouse, and, dammit, he was president of TI, president of Ewing Oil. Bobby nor any of Bobby’s brats would steal that from him. Maybe if Sue Ellen – but shit, he couldn’t ask and she wouldn’t anyhow. All those luscious looks, that entrancing wiggle, and she was a lifeless slab in the sack. Still, he might have to go through with it, work out his own hang-up somehow, so he could knock her up.</blockquote>

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