Farnham’s Freehold By Robert A. Heinlein

“Let’s check.”

Thirteen bottles were between springs and mattress; twelve were unopened, the thirteenth was nearly full. Duke held it up. “See? Right to the line. But there was another bottle we had a snort from, after that second bombing. What happened to it?”

“Barbara and I had some after you went to sleep, Duke. There was some left. I never saw it again. It was in the tank room.”

“Oh! I did, while we were bailing. Busted. I give up-where did she get it?”

“She didn’t, Duke.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t liquor.” Hugh went to the medicines drawer, got a bottle with a broken seal. “Count these Seconal capsules. You had two last night.”

“Yeah.”

“Karen had one at bedtime, one later; Joe had one. Neither Barbara nor I had any, nor Grace. Five.”

“Hold it, I’m counting.”

His father began to count as Duke pushed them aside.

“Ninety-one,” Duke announced.

“Check.” Hugh put the capsules back. “So she took four.”

“What do we do, Dad? Stomach pump? Emetic?”

“Nothing.”

“Why, you heartless- She tried to kill herself!”

“Slow down, Duke. She did nothing of the sort. Four capsules, six grains, simply produces stupor in a healthy person- and she’s healthy as a horse; she had a physical a month ago. No, she snitched those pills to get drunk on.” Hugh scowled. “An alcohol drunk is bad enough. But people kill themselves without meaning to with sleeping pills.”

“Dad, what do you mean, ‘she took them to get drunk on’?”

“You don’t use them?”

“I never had one in my life until those two last night.”

“Do you remember how you felt just before you went to sleep? Warm and happy and woozy?”

“No. I just lay down and konked out. Next thing I knew I was against the wall on my shoulders.”

“You haven’t developed tolerance for them. Grace knows what they can do. Drunk, a very happy drunk. I’ve never known her to take more than one but she’s never been chopped off from liquor before. When a person eats sleeping pills because he can’t get liquor, he’s in a bad way.”

“Dad, you should have kept liquor away from her long ago!”

“How, Duke? Tell her she couldn’t have a drink? Take them away from her at parties? Quarrel with her in public? Fight with her in front of Joe? Not let her have cash, close out her bank account, see that she had no credit? Would that have stopped her from pawning furs?”

“Mother would never have done that.”

“It’s typical behavior in such cases. Duke, it is impossible to keep liquor away from any adult who is determined to have it. The United States Government wasn’t that powerful. I’ll go further. It is impossible for anyone to be responsible for another person’s behavior. I spoke of myself as ‘responsible’ for this group; that was verbal shorthand. The most I can door you, or any leader-is to encourage each one to be responsible for himself.”

Hugh chewed his thumb and looked anguished. “Perhaps my mistake was in letting her loaf. But she considered me stingy because I let her have only a houseboy and a cleaning woman. Duke, do you see anything I could have done short of beating her?”

“Uh. . . that’s beside the point. What do we do now?”

“So it is, counselor. Well, we keep these pills away from her.”

“And I’m damned well going to chop off the liquor completely!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t.”

“You wouldn’t, eh? Did I hear correctly when you said I was liquor boss?”

“The decision is up to you. I simply said that I wouldn’t. I think it’s a mistake.”

“Well, I don’t. Dad, I won’t go into the matter of whether you could, or should, have stopped Mother from getting the way she is. But I intend to stop it.”

“Very well, Duke. Mmm, she’s going to be cut off anyhow in a matter of days. It might be easier to taper her off. If you decide to, I’ll contribute a bottle from my share. Hell, you can have both of mine. I like a snort as well as the next man. But Grace needs it.”