night?â Nora said.
He eyed her. âThatâs right. I was reading an extra-credit world-lit book.â He didnât owe her an explanation, but all of a sudden he felt like giving one. âItâs a pretty good book. Itâs about a guy whose wife dies and while going through her stuff he finds love letters to a mutual friend written in the middle of their marriage, so the husband begins following the mutual friend around trying to decide what to do.â He shrugged off his wet backpack and pulled out the book. â
The Eternal Husband
by Dostoyevsky. Iâm not quite done with it, but Iâm hoping the husband whacks the guy.â
Nora started moving her needles in and out of the brown yarn and his father sat silent. Finally Nora said, âAnd thatâs where you were all nightâsitting in the library reading a book by a dead Russian?â
Mick was beginning to enjoy this. âWell, no. First I went to Plan B and looked around and then I went to Bingâs and got something to eat, and then I went to the library where I read the book by the dead Russian.â He stared at her. âThatâs the real truth, not that taffy kind you were telling me about that can be stretched any way you want it.â
In a sharp voice his father said, âOkay, thatâs enough, Mick.â
Mick looked down. There was a little pool of dripped water where heâd been standing. âIâm freezing,â he said. âIâm going to go change.â
Mick took a hot shower, checked his e-mails (nothing from Myra), and then quickly tried his new list of possible passwords to Noraâs e-mails (no luck) before going to his room. He was reading the last chapter of
The Eternal Husband
when his father knocked gently on the door and poked his head in.
âYou real busy?â
âNot really.â
His fatherâs progress into the room was tentative, like a strangerâs whoâd never been there before. He didnât seem to know what to do with his hands or where to sit. Finally he put his hands in his pockets and leaned against Mickâs desk.
âIâm not very good at this kind of thing,â he began. âBut youâre acting real different, Mick.â He let his eyes settle on Mick. His eyes seemed old. Mick just waited. His father said, âI know I donât know beans about the things kids go through these days, but I want you to know you can talk to me about anything and Iâm not going to be mad.â
âYeah, I know that, Dad.â
When Mick didnât elaborate, the room grew dense with silence. Finally his father said in a soft voice, âThis isnât anything to do with drugs, is it, Mick?â
Mick couldnât help but laugh. âCâmon, Dad. I mean, itâs out there and everything, but thatâs just not my style.â
Again in the soft awkward voice his father said, âYou didnât get a girl in trouble?â
Another laugh from Mick. âJeez, Dad.â
âWell, then, whatâs going on?â
âNothing.â Mick knew that wasnât going to be enough, so he said, âI just think that it finally dawned on me how Iâm getting closer to, you know, being out on my own, and how Iâm not exactly the brainiest box on the shelf, but I still want to go to college and maybe law school and nowâs the time to start, you know, kicking butt at school.â
He stopped. It had sounded pretty good.
His father was nodding. âOkay,â he said. âI can follow that.â He pushed himself away from the desk, but he had one last question. âWould it kill you to be a little nicer to Nora?â
Mick looked at his father with the soft, old eyes and said, no, it wouldnât kill him.
His father said, âNora and Iâre going up to Tug Hill with the cross-country skis tomorrow. Itâd be a lot more fun if youâd come, too.â
âCanât, Dad.
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