“Don’t Make A Baby.”

“Did your mom just call?” Good Man’s mother has been calling daily. She called me at work earlier, worried that Good Man hadn’t answered the phone, worried that he would starve to death. Worried.

“No, Dad.”

“What did he say?”

Good Man says, very matter-of-factly, “He says it’s OK to live together but don’t make a baby. Later it would be good to make a baby, but not now.”