And going.
Not saying: "I'll go when I'm ready."
Not standing on your adult dignity.
Not throwing a tantrum, not beating your heels upon the floor and howling.
Going off to bed - like a child when it is told to go.
Maybe that's the way, he thought. Maybe that's the answer. Maybe that's the only answer.
He swung around.
"Cabinet."
"What is it, sir?"
"Nothing," Bishop said. "Nothing at all... that is. Thanks for fixing up my hand."