"I've been worrying about Joe," Mrs. Blaine mused, softly.
"Why?"
"Can't you see why?"
"He looks badly," Myra sighed.
"Joe," said his mother, quietly, "is killing himself. He doesn't listen to me, and I don't want to interfere too much."
"Isn't there anything to be done?"
There was a silence and then Joe's mother spoke in a strange personal voice.
"What if you could do something."
Myra could hardly speak.