"Why's the boy so pale?" Mr. Schmid asked his wife.

"He sits in his room all day, fiddling with parts," his wife answered.

"He looks so goddamn pastey-faced. Boy's getta get some fresh air. Play ball. Get some sun."

"But he's getting all A's at school," Mrs. Schmid said. Her mouth swept up in a smug smile.

"The boy needs some sun," Schmid grumbled and turned to look out the window.