Sylvester had to use. If her blood pressure was down, why did she feel so crummy all the time?
‘You’ve got to give your body time enough to get used to the medication,’ Johnny said. It was the first Saturday in July, and his parents were up for the weekend. Johnny had just come back from hydrotherapy, and he looked pale and haggard. In each hand he held a
small lead ball, and he was raising them and then lowering them into his lap as ,they talked, flexing his elbows, building up his biceps and triceps. The healing scars which ran like slashmarks across his elbows and forearms expanded and contracted.
‘Put your faith in God, Johnny,’ Vera said. ‘There’s no need of all this foolishness. Put your faith in God and he’ll help you.’
‘Vera…’ Herb began.
‘Don’t you Vera me. This is foolishness! Doesn’t the Bible say, ask and it shall be given, knock and it shall be opened unto you? There’s no need for me to take that evil medicine and no need for my boy to let those doctors go on torturing him. It’s wrong, it’s not helping, and it’s sinful!’
Johnny put the balls of lead shot on the bed. The muscles in his arms were trembling. He felt sick to his stomach and exhausted and suddenly furious at his mother.
‘The Lord helps those who help themselves,’ he said. ‘You don’t want the Christian God at all, Mom. You want a magic genie that’s going to come out of a bottle and give you three wishes.’
‘Johnny!’
‘Well, it’s true.’
‘Those doctors put that idea in your head! All of these crazy ideas I’ Her lips were trembling; her eyes wide but tearless. ‘God brought you out of that coma to do his will, John. These others, they’re just…
‘Just trying to get me back on my feet so I won’t have to do God’s will from a wheelchair the rest of my life.’
‘Let’s not have an argument,’ Herb said. ‘Families shouldn’t argue.’ And hurricanes shouldn’t blow, but they do every year, and nothing he could say was going to stop this. It had been coming.
‘If you put your trust in God, Johnny…’ Vera began, taking no notice of Herb at all.
‘I don’t trust anything anymore.’
‘I’m sorry to hear you say that,’ she said. Her voice was stiff and distant. ‘Satan’s agents are everywhere. They’ll try to turn you from your destiny. Looks like they are getting along with it real well.’
‘You have to make some kind of… of eternal thing out of it, don’t you? I’ll tell you what it was, it was a stupid accident. a couple of kids were dragging and I just happened to get
turned into dog meat. You know what I want, Mom? I want to get out of here. That’s all I want. And I want you to go on taking your medicine and and try to get your feet back on the ground. That’s all I want.’
‘I’m leaving.’ She stood up. Her face was pale and drawn. ‘I’ll pray for you, Johnny.’
He looked at her helpless, frustrated, and unhappy. His anger was gone. He had taken it out on her. ‘Keep taking your medicine! ‘he said.
‘I pray that you’ll see the light.’
She left the room, her face set and as grim as stone.
Johnny looked helplessly at his father.
‘John, I wish you hadn’t done that,’ Herb said.
‘I’m tired. It doesn’t do a thing for my judgment. Or my temper.’
‘Yeah,’ Herb said. He seemed about to say more and didn’t.
‘Is she still planning to go out to California for that flying saucer symposium or whatever it is?’
‘Yes. But she may change her mind. You never know from one day to the next, and it’s still a month away.’
‘You ought to do something.’
‘Yeah? What? Put her away? Commit her?’ Johnny shook his head. ‘I don’t know. But maybe it’s time you thought about that seriously instead of just acting like it’s out of the question. She’s sick. You have to see that.’
Herb said loudly: ‘She was all right before you…
Johnny winced, as if slapped.