36At night, the sweats came. As the baby wailed, I sat up in bed and wondered what the hell I was doing. During the day, I'd spoken to Sharon briefly, wanting to know how Sean was getting on at home. She'd been cold and distant.
“He's fine,” she said. “Nathan's bringing the work home and taking back what's been completed the next day. That's it, really.”
“You've grounded him?”
“Of course, I have. And Mrs. Sanchez has seen to it. Even Sean wouldn't dare defy her,” she said, bitterly.
“Are you saying that he'd defy you?”
“And you,” she spat. “Is there anything else on your mind, Bernie? I've got a lot to do here and I can't be wasting my time chitchatting you know.”
That stung. “Well, uh, no. I guess that's it. I didn't mean to bother you.”
“All right then. I suppose I'll be speaking
