Talking Politics

"Okay, I confess, your mom's a political fanatic. I admit it, I breast-fed you at E.R.A. marches and taught you to read from the Daily Worker. That's in the genes, too."

Leroy nodded. "Dad says so."

Thea stubbed out her cigarette, which was stale after all. "You've been to see him recently?"

"I hitched out to Baltimore before I came back this way."

"And how is Frank? Did you have a good visit?"

"He's doing fine, it was great." But his tone was full of impatience. "Listen, if it's all right with you, I'd rather talk politics."