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In the afternoon before Gladys\u2019s scheduled surgery, Con drove to Brooklyn to wish her good luck. Mike came home from the showroom an hour after Con\u2019s arrival, and he was in a foul mood. A sale had fallen through because of a financing problem. As he made for the refrigerator he barely noticed his son. First things first, Con mused with disgust, then with satisfaction as he saw the opportunity to make his escape undetected. With a wave of his hand he headed for the door just as his father opened the beer can. Mike returned the gesture without a word, and Con\u2019s fear of having to deal with yet another apology vanished. Before leaving he turned back to the refrigerator and grabbed two cans of beer himself, expecting that they\u2019d come in useful later. He opened one when stopped at a red light on Ocean Parkway.<\/p>

Traffic was still heavy on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and all the way across Staten Island. At that stop-and-go crawl Con saw no need for a seatbelt. Being able to reach the beer on the passenger side was more important. But he needed to stay focused until, thirty minutes later, he entered the New Jersey Turnpike. Then cruising with the traffic at sixty-five miles per hour, he gave himself up to his anger, and to his second beer.<\/p>

How did his mother put up with his father? How well did she know him before she married him? Had she seen the picture of the Klan meeting and, if so, had she been comfortable with his disclaimer? Had he even offered <\/em>a disclaimer? Was he an alcoholic then?<\/p>

Con searched in vain for love toward this man whom in fact he despised. Far from looking to him for guidance in the most fundamental values of life, he saw himself constantly struggling to free himself from beliefs and behaviors that clung to him like a briar patch. He was well aware of his failures. Had he not almost got himself killed driving under the influence those many years ago? Had he not tried to rationalize his mediocre performance on an examination by that Asian instructor\u2019s supposed favoring of Asian students? Goodness, Debbie, then a student like he was, had called him right away on that excuse. Had he, by laughing the episode off, really convinced Debbie \u2014 convinced himself!<\/em> \u2014 that he had been joking? And many years later, had he not taken umbrage at having to put the welfare of his son in the hands of a female Indian orthopedic surgeon? A black hematologist?<\/p>

Was he any better than the father he despised? No, he wasn\u2019t; he just had different opportunities to demonstrate his own despicable impulses. Angry at himself, and at his father for making him what he was, he floored the gas pedal and shot past the traffic exiting at the Garden State Parkway. He paid no attention to the flashing lights in his rearview mirror. The next exit was his, and it was only a couple of miles down the highway. As the quarter-mile marker flashed by, he cut off a driver in the right lane barely in time to make the exit. Too late he realized that the traffic on the ramp had slowed down for an intersection. He was still moving at forty miles an hour when he rear-ended the panel truck. The state trooper screeched to a halt behind him.<\/p>

Visions of the seat belt he had neglected to fasten flashed before Con\u2019s eyes as he saw the truck too late to slow his own vehicle down. His body continued its forward motion for a second after the impact, his abdomen all but impaling itself on the steering column as the upper part of his body was propelled against the windshield. The car was totaled. The trooper jumped out of his car and rushed to Con\u2019s door. Forcing it open he saw, in addition to Con\u2019s slumped-over form, two empty beer cans on the floor of the passenger side.<\/p>

The ambulance arrived shortly thereafter. Alarmed at his falling blood pressure, the emergency medical technician hooked up an intravenous drip of saline. The ride to the hospital took only five minutes, and on arrival Con was clearly in shock. Luckily for him, a trauma surgeon was in the hospital and immediately sized up Con\u2019s injuries as life-threatening. After six hours on the operating table his condition had stabilized and he was moved to intensive care. The surgeon\u2019s report was: Multiple rib fractures, rupture of abdominal aorta, contusion of heart, laceration of liver. Continuous massive bleeding during surgery. Blood replacement 16 units. Prognosis poor.<\/em><\/p>

Yet once again Con beat the odds. When he regained consciousness he found Debbie hovering over his bed. The boys stood silently behind her. She bent down and kissed his cheek. \u201cThank God you\u2019re alive. Doctor Kravitz \u2014 the surgeon who operated on you \u2014 told me about the accident and how it took him six hours to put you back together. He wasn\u2019t sure you were going to make it. I was so scared, I didn\u2019t know what I\u2019d do if you . . .\u201d<\/p>

Con reached for her hand and held it. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. All the time I was on the turnpike I was thinking of what a louse my father is. I was so mad at him I just couldn\u2019t control myself. I shouldn\u2019t have got into the car in the first place.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhen the police called,\u201d Debbie said, \u201cthey said they found a couple of open beer cans in the car. They couldn\u2019t get your permission to do a blood test, the state you were in, so they just did it. It was .09, I don\u2019t know the units, but they said it was enough to make you DUI.\u201d Pause. \u201cThey also said you weren\u2019t wearing your seatbelt, said it would have saved you from your injuries, that\u2019s what it\u2019s for, blah blah, as if we didn\u2019t both know that. Well, right now the only thing that matters is for you to get well.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI guess the summons will come soon enough. I hope they don\u2019t suspend my license. I probably deserve it.\u201d<\/p>

At that moment Doctor Kravitz came in. \u201cHow\u2019re you doing?\u201d he asked Con.<\/p>

\u201cNot bad, doctor. My chest hurts like the dickens if I try to take a deep breath.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou know, you\u2019re lucky you can breathe at all. No wonder it hurts, what with those rib fractures. But you have to work at it, expand your lungs, else you risk getting pneumonia. I\u2019ll have the nurse bring you a device to help you deep-breathe. How are your legs?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThey don\u2019t hurt. As a matter of fact, I don\u2019t even feel them. Is that good or bad?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAt this point, neither. There\u2019s always a risk of damage to the spinal cord, because its blood supply could have been impaired, and that could be serious or just transient. Don\u2019t worry about it right now.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHow long do you think he\u2019ll have to stay?\u201d Debbie asked as the doctor turned to go.<\/p>

\u201cToo soon to say. But it\u2019ll be a while. Even if the surgical wounds heal without complication, there are aftereffects to worry about. Remember, the aorta carries blood to the entire lower half of the body. That includes the legs, the abdominal organs, and, like I said, the lower part of the spinal cord. It may take a while before we know for sure.\u201d Turning back to Con, he said: \u201cCall the nurse if you notice any change, like pain or tingling in your feet. I\u2019ll see you in the morning.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie followed the doctor out, motioning to the boys to stay, and walked with him around the corner of the hallway. \u201cIt\u2019s serious, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she said when they were well out of earshot.<\/p>

\u201cVery, very serious,\u201d he answered. \u201cHe\u2019s lucky to be alive. You can\u2019t imagine how blood gushes out of a ruptured aorta. It\u2019s like an extension of the heart, the left ventricle, itself. More than ninety percent of people bleed out before any help gets to them. Part of the reason is that the bleeding is invisible outside the body, so the diagnosis is delayed. But then, blood in the chest or abdominal cavity is useless. I\u2019ve only had half a dozen aortic ruptures in all the years I\u2019ve been operating, and he\u2019s the first that woke up after the operation.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI can\u2019t tell you how grateful I am,\u201d Debbie said. \u201cIt\u2019s so good to know he\u2019s out of the woods.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat\u2019s a relative concept, Mrs. Flynn. He\u2019s no longer bleeding to death, but time will show how much damage has been done by the absence of circulation to the lower part of his body. All those things I mentioned in there. And by the way, he needs to know what could be in store. It\u2019d be a disservice to give him false hope of complete recovery. You understand?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, I do. Is there anything I should be doing to help him?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBe a good wife. And pray.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie went back into Con\u2019s room. During her absence, Con\u2019s parents had arrived. The boys, at a loss as to what to say to their grandparents, were happy to be rescued by their mother. Gladys gave Debbie a warm hug and Mike signaled recognition with a nod. \u201cThanks so much for calling us,\u201d Gladys said. \u201cWe\u2019d have been here sooner if the traffic hadn\u2019t been so heavy.\u201d Turning back to Con, who was beginning to tire of the visit, she said, \u201cWe\u2019ll let you rest, and we\u2019ll come back this evening if the doctor allows, otherwise in the morning. We\u2019ve checked into a motel for the night. Rest well, honey.\u201d She kissed him on the cheek and turned to leave.<\/p>

On their way out, Mike stopped at the foot of Con\u2019s bed. \u201cWhen are you going to learn to drive?\u201d he asked, shaking his head and closing the door behind him.<\/p>

Safely out of Con\u2019s sight and hearing, Gladys turned to Mike, as angry as she had ever been. \u201cOur son was practically killed,\u201d she hissed. \u00a0\u201cHe\u2019s still in critical condition. Is that the most comforting thing you could think of to say to him?\u201d<\/p>

He looked at her as though she hadn\u2019t paid attention. \u201cI believe in telling the truth. That\u2019s what he needs to hear.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThe truth!\u201d she fired back. \u201cThe truth is we\u2019re lucky he\u2019s alive, and God knows what condition he\u2019ll be in when they\u2019ve done all they can here.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s his own fault. Speeding down the ramp.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd two empty beer cans on the floor.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat\u2019s his fault too, drinking and driving.\u201d<\/p>

Gladys had had enough of her husband\u2019s ranting. \u201cAnd where did our son learn to drink and drive?\u201d<\/p>

Mike declined to take responsibility. \u201cNot from me.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSure, right.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd let me tell you something else,\u201d Mike continued. \u201cCon almost bled to death because of that Jewish wife of his. She\u2019s the one who brought in the hemophilia.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOh shut up!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd who\u2019s the surgeon? I saw the name: Kravitz. There\u2019s another one.\u201d<\/p>

They were approaching the elevator, but Gladys was determined not to make a public display for other visitors going down. \u201cAre you stupid, spiteful, or both?\u201d she flung at him after she had pulled him aside. \u201cWhat the hell are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhich part don\u2019t you understand?\u201d he flung back.<\/p>

\u201cUnderstanding isn\u2019t the problem, Mike. You\u2019re blaming our daughter-in-law \u2014 who\u2019s a lovely person, by the way, regardless of what your warped mind makes her out to be \u2014 for something she couldn\u2019t possibly be responsible for. Her genes went straight to her son, not her husband. Biologically he\u2019s not related to her, in case you didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI told you we shouldn\u2019t have let him marry her,\u201d was the most logical comeback he could muster. It was also the closest he could come to admitting that what he\u2019d said didn\u2019t make any sense. But he was not finished yet.<\/p>

\u201cAnd we shouldn\u2019t have let that Jewish surgeon operate on him either.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLet\u2019s get something to eat,\u201d Gladys said. She knew he\u2019d embarrassed himself, he knew it, and there was no point in rubbing it in. \u201cWe\u2019ll stop in again tonight, and after breakfast you can go home and back to work. Come pick me up whenever you can. I\u2019ll stay at the motel until then.\u201d<\/p>

Con was asleep when they returned to the hospital later that afternoon. On the nurse\u2019s advice, they did not wake him. The next morning they found him awake and in good spirits. Debbie was already with him, and she and Gladys shared a desperate embrace.<\/p>

\u201cSo, how are things? Did you sleep well?\u201d Gladys asked, her tone as upbeat as she could make it.<\/p>

\u201cFine, Mom. But I need some pain medication. My belly, and my back.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDo you think it comes from lying in the same position all night?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cCould be, I guess. But I can\u2019t turn. I don\u2019t have use of my legs.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI guess that bruise on your side is from the surgery, don\u2019t you think?\u201d Debbie ventured.<\/p>

\u201cWell, the doctor can tell,\u201d Gladys said. \u201cWhen\u2019s he coming?\u201d<\/p>

Con shrugged. \u201cI thought he\u2019d be here by now. Maybe he\u2019s operating.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat could take hours, like yours did,\u201d Mike said. \u201cI can\u2019t wait that long. Jerry\u2019s on vacation and Al\u2019s wife\u2019s having a baby, not to mention the Jewish High Holy Days coming up. Al won\u2019t be there. I\u2019ve got to get back to the showroom. Hope your pain goes away.\u201d And he left. Ten minutes later Doctor Kravitz entered the room. After greeting the visitors he turned to Con.<\/p>

\u201cSo how\u2019re things, Con? Having any pain?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cA lot, doctor, and getting worse.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLet\u2019s take a look,\u201d the doctor said, opening Con\u2019s pajama jacket. \u201cThe suture line seems fine, but I don\u2019t like the look of that ecchymosis \u2014 that\u2019s doctor-talk for bruise \u2014 it\u2019s gotten bigger since last night. Let\u2019s send you down for a scan. Stat. I\u2019ll meet you in x-ray.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m not feeling good,\u201d Con said. \u201cIt\u2019s not just the pain.\u201d Doctor Kravitz noted Con\u2019s pallor and perspiration.<\/p>

\u201cWe\u2019ll wait for you here,\u201d Debbie said, wiping his moist forehead. The two women stepped back to allow Con to be transferred to a gurney and wheeled out of the room.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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