it?â
âSure.â
OâFarrell felt a sweep of helplessness but decided against pressing any further. Maybe he shouldnât have tried at all. He hadnât suggested to Ellen that he should discuss it with the child; perhaps there was some established way of talking it throughâsomething evolved by a child psychiatristâand he was being counterproductive by mentioning it at all. He felt another sweep of helplessness.
OâFarrell considered stopping at the service station on the way back to Ellenâs apartment, but decided against it; there did not seem to be any point. The women were already home, hunched over more coffee cups at the kitchen table with the debris of a sandwich lunch between them.
âSteak for dinner, courtesy of Grandma!â Ellen announced as they entered.
âGreat!â Billy said. âI got a new spaceship! Look!
âGramps bought it for me. And a vanilla ice cream with a chocolate top!â
âLooks like our time for being spoiled, Billy boy,â Ellen said.
The child scurried into the living room to locate the previous toy and begin a galactic battle; almost at once there came lots of boom, boom, booms and a noise that sounded something like a throat clearing.
OâFarrell said, âYour carâs in the garage.â
âYou had an accident!â
His daughterâs instant response caused a burn of annoyance. Never get mad, always stay cool, he thought. He said, âI could have. Itâs a miracle you havenât. That carâs a wreck: at least five thousand miles over any service limit! Didnât you know that?â
âBeen busy,â said Ellen. She spoke looking down, her bottom lip nipped between her teeth, and OâFarrell recognized the expression from when sheâd been young and been caught doing something wrong.
âDarling!â he said, perfectly in control but trying to sound outraged despite that, wanting to get through to her. âOn at least one wheel, possibly two, there are scarcely any brake shoes left at all. Which is hardly important anyway because there was no fluid in the drum to operate them anyway. Two plugs arenât operating at all, your engine is virtually dry of oil, and the carburetor is so corroded the cover has actually split. Both your left tires, front and back, are shiny bald, and your alignment is so far out on the front that any new tire would be that way inside a month.â
âIntended to get it fixed right away,â Ellen said, head still downcast. âThe brakes are okay, providing you know how to work them.â
âThat carâs a deathtrap and you know it!â OâFarrell insisted. âSo when was it last in the shop?â
âCanât remember,â Ellen said, stilted still.
âIt hasnât been serviced, has it? Not for months!â
âNo.â
There was a loud silence in the tiny kitchen. Remembering something else, OâFarrell said, âWhat about Patrick?â
âWhat about Patrick?â his daughter echoed.
âYou told him about this scare at Billyâs school?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause thatâs all it is, a scare,â Ellen said. âNothingâs happened to Billy.â
Donât be sidetracked, thought OâFarrell. âPatrickâs got visitation rights, hasnât he?â
âYou know he has.â
âTell me the custody arrangement.â
âYou know the custody arrangement!â Ellen said angrily.
âTell me!â
âAlternative weekends,â Ellen said. âVacation by arrangement.â
âSo Billy was with his father last weekend?â
âNo,â Ellen admitted tightly.
âAnd the time before that?â
âNo.â Tighter still.
âWhy not?â
A shrug.
âWhy not!â
âPatrickâs got problems; he got laid off.â
âFrom the loan company?â
Ellen shook her
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