Harry’s father sidles up to him at the coffee break. “How’s every little thing, Harry?”

“Not bad.”

“I hate like hell to nag like this, you’re a grown man with your own miseries, I know that, but I’d be appreciative as hell if you’d come over some evenings and talk to your mother. She hears all sorts of malicious folderol about you and Janice now, and it would help settle her down if you could put her straight. We’re no moralists, Harry, you know that; your mother and I tried to live by our own lights and to raise the two children God was good enough to give us by those same lights, but I know damn well it’s a different world now, so we’re no moralists, me and Mary.”

“How is her health, generally?”

“Well, that’s another of these problematical things, Harry. They’ve gone ahead and put her on this new miracle drug, they have some name for it I can never remember, L-dopa, that’s right, L-dopa, it’s still in the experimental stage I guess, but there’s no doubt in a lot of cases it works wonders. Trouble is, also it has these side effects they don’t know too much about, depression in your mother’s case, some nausea and lack of appetite; and nightmares, Harry, nightmares that wake her up and she wakes me up so I can hear her heart beating, beating like a tom-tom. I never heard that before, Harry, another person’s heart in the room as clear as footsteps, but that’s what these L-dopa dreams do for her. But there’s no doubt, her talk comes easier, and her hands don’t shake that way they have so much. It’s hard to know what’s right, Harry. Sometimes you think, Let Nature take its course, but then you wonder, What’s Nature and what isn’t? Another side effect”—he draws closer, glancing around and then glancing down as his coffee slops in the paper cup and burns his fingers—“I shouldn’t mention it but it tickles me, your mother says this new stuff she’s taking, whatever you call it, makes her feel, how shall I say?”—he glances around again, then confides to his son—“lovey-dovey. Here she is, just turned sixty-five, lying in bed half the day, and gets these impulses so bad she says she can hardly stand it, she says she won’t watch television, the commercials make it worse. She says she has to laugh at herself. Now isn’t that a helluva thing? A good woman like that. I’m sorry to talk your ear off, I live alone with it too much, I suppose, what with Mim on the other side of the country. Christ knows it isn’t as if you don’t have your problems too.”

“I don’t have any problems,” Rabbit tells him. “Right now I’m just holding my breath to when the kid gets back into school. His state of mind’s pretty well stabilized, I’d say. One of the reasons, you know, I don’t make it over to Mt. Judge as often as I should, Mom was pretty rough on Nelson when he was little and the kid is still scared of her. On the other hand I don’t like to leave him alone in the house, with all these robberies and assaults all over the county, they come out into the suburbs and steal anything they can get their hands on. I was just setting an item, some woman over in Perley Township, they stole her vacuum cleaner and a hundred feet of garden hose while she was upstairs going to the bathroom.”