Crystal looked at Mrs. Bush in a trance.
"Amos Davis is…"
Eric stood up and pressed the wound with a swab of alcohol.
"Is Amos Davis Nathan's father?" Crystal asked again.
"Yes." Eric looked down at her. "Are you surprised?"
"So you and Nathan..."
"You have a good imagination. We are not related."
"What about the child?"
"Isn't it obvious? The child's death was the main cause of her nervous breakdown." Eric held out his injured hand and said, "Honey, aren't you just a little too curious? My hand hurts, shouldn't you be concerned about me?"
So, that was why Eric's always trying to get even with Nathan?
Eric, still in a daze, raised his hand and said, "Please dress my wound. I will tell you when you finish dressing it."
Crystal stared at him quizzically.
"I always mean what I say."
Crystal pressed her lower lip in silence and pointed to a nearby chair. "You can sit there."