"No, they’re not. Certified money is the real money for the real economy. It’s the kind of money that kids like Griff and me can never get our hands on." Brett’s young-girl eyes—warm amber brown, with sclera so white and clear that they looked almost artificial—narrowed cagily. "You don’t have to give me very much real money at all. I’d feel real happy with just a little bit of certified grown-up money."