Cal cried, “Do you want me to tell Father what I did? I’ll do it if you tell me to.” “No, Cal. Not now. But when he gets well you’ll have to. You’ll have to for yourself. You can’t carry this alone. It will kill you.” “Maybe I deserve to be killed.” “Stop that!” Lee said coldly. “That can be the cheapest kind of self-indulgence. You stop that!”
