“No.”
“Then I don’t see what you have to complain of from me.”
“Poor John.”
“It’s not as if you are going to have a baby or anything.”
“Don’t.”
“Well, is it?”
There was a long pause.
“Oh, to be in a town again, to hear a barrel-organ, for instance, across the street through gaps in the traffic! And all the rush there, and the thousands of people. I’d give anything to be there and just listen, so much would be going on, while here . . .”
“I couldn’t leave Father, could I, now?”