"No!" Aimé said, standing up and moving away from the bed, not wanting to be to near Augustin at this moment - too angry at what his brother had said to think straight. Augustin was always direct in his thoughts but this was too much. "No, it wasn't like that. Antoine said. I'm only helping us. It isn't...I am not a whore! How can you say something like that about your own family? Father would be ashamed!"