 How did Wayne's reaction to being drafted differ from his parents' reaction?
Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. His slim mother with nervously polite smiles and voice fluttering, assuring the old man by her frailty that he was big in the world. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. School over, waiting for the draft and all. What do we know about adolescent trauma and like that? So he'd waited in his room, and it wasn't easy sweating it out alone waiting for the breakout call from HQ. "What, son?" his old man said uneasily. He strode under a sign reading Public Youth Center No. 947 and walked casually to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a pansy haircut looked out of a pile of paperwork. Draft call." He wrote on a slip of paper, handed the pass to Wayne. "Thanks, sarge dear," Wayne said and took the elevator up to the Armory. Finally he said, "So make up your mind, bud. It's a big city and you're starting late. "A corporal with no hair and still a counterboy. He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. He slung the holster under his left armpit and tested the spring clip release several times, feeling the way the serrated butt dropped into his wet palm. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea among bowling balls. "Wayne Seton," said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something in a bug collection. You big overblown son, he thought, I'll show you but good who is a punk. They kept a guy on the fire until desire leaped in him, ran and billowed and roared until his brain was filled with it. A blade snicked from the end and stopped an inch from Wayne's nose. "Your beast is primed and waiting at the Four Aces Club on the West Side. A copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river. Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's quivering nose. He turned off into a rat's warren of the inferiors. Wayne's fearful exhilaration increased as he cruised with bated breath through the dark mazes of streets and rickety tenements crawling with the shadows of mysterious promise.
 Wayne was excited while his parents were worried.
 Wayne reacted quickly, while his parents took longer to react to the news.  Wayne was overjoyed while his parents were annoyed.  Wayne was excited while his parents were worried.  Wayne was in shock while his parents were sad.