“Well, now I’ll tell you about Carnac,” he said viciously. “I’m shutting him out of the business of my life. You understand?”
“You mean—” She paused.
“He’s taken his course, let him stick to it. I’m taking my course, and I’ll stick to it.”
She came close and reached out a faltering hand. “John, don’t do what you’ll be sorry for.”
“I never have.”
“When Fabian was born, you remember what you said? You said: ‘Life’s worth living now.’”
“Yes, but what did I say when Carnac was born?”
“I didn’t hear, John,” she answered, her face turning white.
“Well, I said naught.”