The operation was a success, and my friend visited the hag in her hospital room every day. Until one day, when she told him not to return, that she didn't want to see him any more. It was over, she said, she had been leading him on all along, she only wanted him for his kidney. Well, my friend was crushed when he heard this, and he just lost it, completely. He started drinking more and more and stopped going to classes. He’d sit at the Jolly Bull all day, cadging drinks from the other customers. He hardly ever spoke. And when he did speak, it was only to ask for another drink–except, every once in a while he’d begin to chant a single word, over and over and over, like a mantra."Kidney. Kidney. Kidney..."