let her in, he bellows, âSend the boy.â
âCan you come over?â she asks.
âJeez, Mom. What for?â I ask. âHeâll just yell at me too. Or throw shit at me. No thanks. Heâll get over it. Anyway, I was just going out.â
âWhere?â
âCar dealership.â
âOh, Rolly,â she sighs. âCouldnât it wait?â
Iâm actually not even dressed, and I havenât done much all day other than sleep and eat and watch tv. I thought about checking my Facebook page, but Iâm not sure I want to know what my buddies back home are doing. Probably not hanging out with demented old men, thatâs for sure. My friends and I used to joke about getting out of Lunenburg right after high school. Going to the big cityâHalifax or Toronto or Vancouver. They probably think Iâm luckyâI got out early. I try to imagine what I would say if I wrote to anyone now.
Hey, Iâm babysitting my grandpa for the summer. I had mono so Iâm not going to school. I shaved my head. Iâm getting a bespoke tux. Your buddy, Royce.
For all I know, theyâve forgotten my existence. Whatâs that saying? Out of sight, out of mind. I have no hard evidence that absence makes the heart grow fonder. When I first got to Victoria, I talked to my buds a lot, spent a lot of time on Facebook, but as time went on it sort of withered awayâon both sides. I had nothing to say, and I didnât want to hear about the latest camping trip or how one of them had scored with Peaches.
I sigh and tell Mom Iâll be over as soon as I can.
When I get to Arthurâs house, Mom is sitting on the deck staring out to sea. Thereâs no actual furniture on the deck, so sheâs just sitting cross-legged, with her back against the house. I sit down next to her and she says, âThis is ridiculous.â
I nudge her a little bit with my shoulder. âYup.â
She nudges me back and says, âWhatâs wrong with me?â
âUh, Mom? Itâs not you. Heâs nuts. Youâre fine.â She starts to speak, but I cut her off. âYeah, I know. Heâs not, like, certifiable or anything, but for practical purposesâ for our purposesâitâs easier to just think of him as nuts. Thatâs what I do. Keeps the expectations low. In five minutes heâll probably be telling me to go away and begging you to come back.â
I get up and pull her to her feet.
âBut why today, Rolly? His big day. All I was doing was trying to help him get dressed.â
I shrug. âWho knows? Maybe heâs scared.â
âScared? Arthur? He loves being the center of attention. Heâs made a career out of being the center of attention.â
âYeah, butâ¦â
âBut what? You think you know him better after spending a few weeks with him?â Mom stomps into the kitchen and grabs her purse and keys. âFill your boots,â she says as she heads for the door. âIâm getting my hair done; then Iâm going home for a bubble bath and a glass of wine. See you later.â
The front door slams and I hear the truck start. Itâs not like Mom to freak out, and I wonder what Arthur said to her, what button he pushed. Thereâs no sound from his room, and Iâm tempted to let him stew for a while, but itâs getting late. I need to get him organized so I can go home and get ready myself.
I bang on his door and yell, âOpen up!â The door swings away at my touch and reveals Arthur in his black Jockey shorts, sitting on the edge of his bed.
âItâs about time,â he says. âYour motherâs useless. Always has been.â
Suddenly Iâm tired of being levelheaded Royce. The good kid. The obedient son. I hate looking after Arthur. Right now, I hate Arthur.
âYouâre an asshole,â I say. âJust so weâre clear. Iâm here to help you get ready, but
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