If he'd taken some responsibility for her when he first started making money it might have been a very different story. But he was blinded by cheap hooch, long-legged human dames, and the power of having a snubnosed rod in his jacket pocket. So he never thought of his sister in the SOuth Side slums or his dying mother with no money to heat their little hovel of a tenement. He never thought of his brother in Africa, who wondered day and night what had become of his family after the man in the yellow hat rounded them up. He never cared, and now he is paying the price for his own moral turpitude.

Chinga says it's nothing a few hundred grand wouldn't put right, though.



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