A boy and his father are sitting in a diner, eating. They have just robbed a bank...or perhaps a mobster don. I think they are in Chicago in the late 30s, but I can't remember. But wherever they are, they are now in a diner, side by side at the bar, not talking but eating.
The boy is the first to break the silence.
"So when do I get my share?"
The father keeps eating. He doesn't look at his son. "How much do you want?"
The boy thinks for a minute, then says, "$200."
The father considers.
"Ok."
The boy is delighted that he got what he wanted so quickly, easily, painlessly. He had been primed to beg and plead, ready to face resistance from the man by his side. But there was none.
Then the boy has a thought. "Could I have gotten more?" he asks.
His father answers, "You'll never know."
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