“Christopher Bottoms!” Mickey said. “Turn those feelings off and use your brain.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You just had major surgery how many days ago? You’ve been taking how many pills every day, not to mention all that stuff they’ve been feeding directly into your veins? Is there anybody in the entire medical profession who can say with any degree of certainty how all those drugs interact with each other, let alone how they interact with your body?”
“Well, when you put it that way—”
“Is there any other way to put it without being irrational?”
“I guess not,” Chris said. “Still, I’d hoped for more.”
“Give it time, Chris. We have all the time in the world.”
“Okay. It’s just that I’ve been really worried about performance problems.”
Mickey decided to change the subject, so he said, “It’s been mighty lonely in this house without you.”
“I missed you too, Mick.” Chris began to cry.
“What’s the matter?”