stood up to the comparison very well, OâFarrell judged, proudly. Maybe just a little thicker around the hips but still pert-breasted, as firm as her daughter. Stomach was as flat, too: she worked out at the clinic, he knew, practicing the fitness exercises with which she treated others. Certainly as clear-skinned and practically as facially unlined as Ellen, and only he knew that Jill needed a hairdresserâs help now to keep her hair matchingly blond. Very beautiful; very beautiful indeed. He felt a positive jump of emotion, a stomach churn: he loved her so much.
âWhat are the police doing about it?â Jill persisted, setting out the cups.
âThe best they can.â
âWhatâs that?â OâFarrell came in.
Ellen gave her father a sad smile, wishing he had not asked. âJust that,â she conceded lamely. âOne of the drug officers talked at the meeting. Said it was easy enough to pick off the street pushersâwhich they do, of courseâbut that theyâre replaced the following day. Itâs like a pyramid, he said: if they get lucky, they might catch the guy from whom the street dealer gets his supplies, but rarely the one above him. And hardly ever the real organizers, the guys who are making millions ⦠billions.â
âYou know what I think!â Jill said with sudden vehemence. âI think they ought to kill the bastards! Make it a capital offense and execute them; no appeal, no excuse, nothing. Dead!â
âThey do in some parts of the world, apparently,â said the younger woman.
OâFarrell supposed it was easy for Jill to feel as she did. He said, âIs there anything we can do?â
Ellen smiled at him again, gratefully this time. âNothing, in a practical sense. Just knowing youâre around always helps.â
âWeâre always around,â OâFarrell said sincerely.
Ellen said she still hadnât done any grocery shopping, but Billy protested he didnât want to do something as boring as that, so the two women went off in the rented car, with Jill driving, and OâFarrell used Ellenâs car, another Toyota, to take Billy to the theme park nearer into town. He chose Lake Shore Drive because it was a more attractive route than remaining inland, and at the traffic light at its commencement he had to snatch up the emergency brake as well as pump the footbrake to get it to stop. He gasped, frightened, only inches from the car in front. When the lights changed, he set off carefully, taking the inside lane and testing the footbrake again when he was clear enough of following traffic. The only way to stop satisfactorily was to start pumping a long way from where he wanted to halt. He pulled over into a bus stop and got out, able without lifting the hood to hear the whine and shuddering unevenness of the engine.
Back in the car he said to the boy, âThings donât seem too good with the car.â
âMom says sheâs going to get it fixed,â said Billy.
âWhen?â
âSoon.â
OâFarrell drove very slowly, ignoring the horn blasts of protest, and found a service station just at the beginning of the high-rise area. The manager insisted the work would be impossible to do at such short notice, and OâFarrell said it was an emergency and that he guessed it would involve overtime working on the weekend, and after thirty minutes of persuasion the man agreed to take it in. It took another thirty minutes for them to check through the work necessary, the manager clearly impressed with OâFarrellâs knowledge of engines.
âFour hundred is only an estimate, you understand?â the mechanic warned.
âWhatever,â said OâFarrell. It gave them carte blanche to rip him off, but so what? The only consideration was getting the vehicle roadworthy over the weekend.
They took a cab to the theme park and OâFarrell indulged Billy on whatever ride he