Daphne turned off the radio and wiped the tears from her eyes. As she rose from the sofa, she noticed Martin staring at her.
"Something wrong?"
"It's Dr. Crane and his show. I just..."
"Oh geez, I've told him I don't know how many times to add some humor, like Bulldog does! I'm getting pretty tired of tuning in just to hear caller after caller sobbing
over some ridiculous problem! You know, one of these days I'm going to disguise my voice and call in just so that he'll have something to laugh about. That'll be-."
"How can you be so damned insensitive?"
"What are you talking about, insensitive?"
"He's distraught, Mr. Crane! I mean, aren't you? You have no contact whatsoever with your grandson at all and think of how Frederick must be feeling-missing his
father and grandfather terribly; not being able to talk to them?"
When she began to cry again, Martin rose from his chair and walked over to Daphne enveloping her in a hug.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I was being insensitive. I guess I'm trying to cover up what's right there on the surface. This whole thing hurts like hell."
"I just... I don't know how to help him... Or you..."
Martin looked away, brushing a tear from his eye. "I guess the best thing we can hope for is that Lillith comes to her senses."
"You miss Freddie, don't you?" Daphne asked quietly.
Martin sighed. "Yeah, I do."
"Then we've got to do something, and quickly!"
"Daph, we've already discussed this! What else can we do?"
Daphne rose from the sofa and picked up the phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"I'm calling Dr. Crane."
Martin's eyes widened. "Frasier? What the hell good is that going to do? Frasier-."
"Not that Dr. Crane, the other one... Niles!"
"No! You can't call him!" Martin said in disbelief.
"Why not?"
"I don't want him involved and that's final. Case closed!"
Daphne gasped in horror. "Mr. Crane, I'm disgusted! Dr. Crane loves his brother almost as much as you do, and I can't believe you're being so selfish! Don't you think
he has a right to know? He's been worried sick about his brother and he has a right to know!"
"Well fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. Niles can be pretty high strung."
"I've known Dr. Crane for years and I think I can handle it." Daphne said.
"Are you sure about that?"
Daphne glared at Martin. "I put up with you, don't I?"
Martin shrugged and rose from his chair. "Well, suit yourself. I'm going to watch the ball game."
"I'm glad you have your priorities straight." Daphne grumbled, a bit relieved when Martin put on his headphones and turned on the television set.
"I'll just call Dr. Crane from a different room so that I don't disturb your precious Mariners game! They're in last place you know!"
"I heard that." Martin said as she walked out of the room and headed for her bedroom.