Terrors of Conscience, Postcript

When my turn had come to be a parent, I called up my father one day, distraught. "You raised four teeenagers," I said, "so I desperately need to know how you did it."

"Well, there are two basic approaches I know of," he replied. "There's the old Army way: hit 'em hard and fast, where it hurts the most."

"Ye-essss..."

"And then then there's the sit-down-and-reason-with-them method, which you may recall I used."

"Oh, yes, I do recall!" I exclaimed, gratitude filling my heart, tears filling my eyes. "Of course, of course! That's how you did it..."

"Bad mistake!"

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