“Hmmm. Some bitter truth. But, waddabout his kids? Sheila and me? We're clearly ducking idiots. A wonder we can feed ourselves. And what about his grand spawn? Two money- humpen gran-chicos who think they’re bros in hiphop kippots and a tone-deaf granddaughter spectrum stuck with the likes of me and a gonegirl muddster who…”

“You know what, Abe? I think she’s gotta good chance. Internal resources! Just keep hanging in the best you can.”

“I never know what that means. Shelter her? Let her discover life’s horrors on her own? Expose her in a vaccinatory way?”

“She’s getting toward that age, Abe.”