they were moving again, she picked up a conversation begun before Max’s arrival.
“You’re really not coming?” Claire said, seeming astonished. They were talking about some kind of talent show that she was going to be in.
“I can’t, Claire,” Max’s mom said, “I can’t take the after noon off. Not right now. You know that. Put your seatbelt on.”
Claire ignored this directive. “Why don’t you just quit? Tell Holloway to F off?”
They were talking about Mom’s boss. They were often talking about Mom’s boss. Claire knew everything about Mom’s job and advised her on how to handle it.
“I thought we decided I’d stick this out for at least a year and then—”
“But he’s not taking you seriously,” Claire interrupted. “You said he’s supposed to give you a raise if you finished the course. At the review he said—”
“I know, but don’t you think—”
“I talked to Dad and he said you should—”
“Don’t!” Mom barked. “
Don’t …
” she repeated, taking a deep breath and clenching her fists. “
Don’t
talk to your father about my job. He has too many opinions about me. I know you and he think this house is a failure, Claire, but he’s one voice I don’t need right now …”
Max was so tired of this kind of argument that he didn’t know what to say or think. He had tried to stop these discussions before but all that had happened was that the two of them turned on him at once, and he didn’t want that. Better to wait it out. Something grabbed his mother’s attention.
“Huh,” she said, looking out the window. “See that? You know what that is, Max? Hold your breath.” The traffic was stopped on three sides of the intersection as a line of black cars drove by. Max held his breath.
After the cars were gone, it occurred to Max to tell his mother about what he’d learned in Mr. Wisner’s class.
“We did planets today.”
His mom said nothing. Claire said nothing. It was as if Max hadn’t actually spoken. But he was sure he had spoken.
“Did you hear?” Max said.
His mom was squinting into the distance, as if still arguing, in her mind, with Claire, or her boss, or with Max’s father. She did this every day, usually while driving.
“Mr. Wisner said the sun’s gonna die,” Max said. “After you and me and everyone’s gone.” He looked to his mother for some response, but the profundity of what he said seemed to have no effect at all. “Did you know that?” he asked.
Still no response. He turned around to Claire, but her eyes were closed. Tinny music escaped from her white headphones.
Max turned back to his mom. “Can we stop it?”
Now his mom turned to him, finally focusing all her attention.
“You know, Max,” she said, “I really hope you treat women decently. I hope you never have a relationship with a woman you don’t respect.”
This didn’t seem to have anything to do with planets or the sun, but Max thought about it for a second and answered, more quietly than he intended, “Okay.”
The black cars now gone, she pulled into the intersection.
“Really,” she said. “I mean it.”
“I won’t,” Max said. “Or I will.” He couldn’t remember which way he was supposed to answer.
They drove in silence for a while. Max began deciphering the message his mom had given him. She did this periodically, tossing similar sorts of advice to him. He had starting writing it down, hoping it would make sense at some future date.
“Just try and be a decent person,” she added, finishing the matter. He nodded and looked out the window, spotting the city far beyond, the city where his father lived, looking like a tiny pile of grey rocks in the sea.
CHAPTER IX
Max decided to go for a quick bike ride before dinner. He was going to tell his mom he was leaving, but then didn’t, oh well. She was busy with Gary anyway. He was lounging on the couch, drinking red wine and watching one of their musicals. Every night was some