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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 167725" data-attributes="member: 22">Chapter 34Shifting in the chair, mouth and eyes gone sulky and ugly, JR said, ‘I told you – but this ain’t proper for a mother to be talking about —‘‘Don’t sull up to me,’ she snapped. ‘I’m more than your mother and the woman’s been actin’ moon-blind over your failings all these years; I’m also a good, big chunk of Ewing Oil, and don’t you forget it. I know you for what you are, JR - a mean man with a pencil, or makin’ a shady deal, and throwin’ around Ewing weight and money. But head-on to anybody, you’re about as gutless as a drawn pullet. So make up to your wife; treat her kind and gentle, or by God, the only way you’ll get into the Ewing Oil office is by appointment! Now hear me good.’Mouth working, JR heaved himself from the chair, heaved the towelled ice to the floor. ‘I’m your son.’‘Can’t deny it,’ she said. ‘I just ain’t up to claimin’ you right now.’</blockquote>