At home, John’s life was not quite so calm. He didn’t have his father’s exceptional sensitivity in dealing with his children and, while no serious friction arose, he found it difficult to guide Phillip in exactly the way he wanted him to go.
“He’s too damned honest. Too much sense of fair play. Life’s a game, play it by the rules,” he confided to Hugh. “I ask you, where did he get an idea like that from? He’s not enough of a controlled schizophrenic for this business. But I’ve got to bring him further in, Hugh, one way or another. He’s got all the makings if I can just straighten him out. God, I wish my dad was here.”
Hugh was less concerned. “You’re too close John. He’s ok. I know the lad’s in his twenties, but he adores you and he listens, John, he listens — the family trait. He’ll be
