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General Wilson glared at her over his coffee mug. Miss Beth Wilson, who was sitting across the table from her father, rolled her eyes.
"The general is not his chipper self this morning?" Prentiss said to him. "We are not going to have our morning trot up and down Red Cloud?"
"For one thing, it's Saturday. For another, in my condition, I could not trot down the drive to Red Cloud, much less up and down Red Cloud itself."
"Well, Harry," Mrs. Wilson said, turning from the stove, "you know what they say about the wages of sin." She looked at Prentiss. "Your timing is perfect. You want fried or scrambled?"
"I was hoping you'd make the offer," Prentiss said. "Scrambled, please."
"You know where the coffee is," she said.
"Bring the pot, please, Tom," General Wilson said. "Unless you have an oxygen flask in your pocket."
"I can have one here in five minutes, sir," Prentiss said.
He took the decanter from the coffee machine and carried it to the table.
"And how are you this morning, Miss Beth?" Prentiss said.
Beth Wilson flashed him an icy look, but didn't reply.
"Does oxygen really work, Tom?" Mrs. Wilson asked.
"Yes, ma'am, it does."
"You heard that? Or you know from personal experience?"
"I respectfully claim my privilege against self-incrimination under the fifth amendment to the constitution," Prentiss said.
"Seriously, Tom," General Wilson said, "how much trouble would it be to get your hands on an oxygen flask before we go to meet the Castillos?"
"You want it right now, sir?"
"You heard what she said about the wages of sin," General Wilson said. "I'm about to die."
"Let me make a call," Prentiss said, and started to get up.
"Eat your breakfast first," Mrs. Wilson said. "Let him suffer a little."
"Oh, God!" General Wilson said. "Is there no pity in the world for a suffering man?"
His wife and his aide-de-camp chuckled.
His daughter said, "You all make me sick!"
"I beg your pardon?" General Wilson said.
"You're all acting as if it's all very funny."
"There are elements of humor mingled with the gloom," General Wilson said.
"Randy said he did it on purpose," Beth said.
"Randy did what on purpose?" her mother asked.
"Castillo did it on purpose. Castillo got Daddy drunk on purpose, hoping he would make an ass of himself."
General Wilson said, "Well, Daddy did in fact make sort of an ass of himself, but Charley Castillo wasn't responsible. Daddy was."
