There was something wrong with his mind.

His faculties seemed too sensitive.
Every word his mother uttered was news, surprising, unusual, as if it emanated from a home-world that had changed.

And presently she dropped into complaint at the hard times and the cost of everything.
"Mother," he interrupted, "I didn't blow my money.

I've saved nearly a year's pay.

It's yours." "But, Daren, you'll need money," she protested.
"Not much.