"I'd put it at about fifty-fifty," Harry says, a little despairing.

"You can't make people want to be treated right." He sighs and takes another drink. "I guess I've seen enough domestic disputes to know that."

Seen enough to last him just this week, in Deer Meadow. "But I'll tell you, Coop, never before have I wanted to pick up a whole town by the collar and just... shake it." He shakes his head, instead.