"Drew," he said to his son in a husky voice, "please do what Mary says. Just look around - our man-cabin has pink drapes and Georgia O'Keefe-ish art on the walls. I sit on a goldenrod couch all day and neither of us ever go to our jobs at the hospital. We're not in charge anymore, Drew. If Mary wants you to go to Vietnam and contract an unspecified disease, then that's what needs to be done. Please, do it for your Dad."