Adam emerges from the administrative office at school just as Joan passes by in the hall. He asks her, "What's up with your mom? She signed my late slip, no questions asked." Heh. Joan replies, "It's too creepy to discuss." Adam asks, "Your parents are getting divorced?" Where did that come from? What an odd guess. Joan: "Worse -- they're going on a married weekend, something the siblings and I devised thinking we were helping the universe. They've been goofy about it for days, smiling. Note to self: do not encourage parental unity." Adam smiles dreamily and says, "That was a nice thing to do." Joan: "Adam, they've been packing and saying things like, 'Should we even bother to bring real clothes? Are we even going to leave the room?'" Adam replies, "Well, you're promoting true intimacy, yo." How many sixteen-year-old boys can say the word "intimacy" without sniggering? Frankly, I've known a lot of men ten, fifteen years older than that who could barely say it without at least choking a bit. They're at his locker now, and she says, "It's my parents." He looks thoughtful for a moment and then asks, "Well, what about us?" Joan: "What about us?" Adam: "What about us?" Joan: "'What about us?'" Adam, getting a little annoyed: "What about us?" Joan: "Is it just me, or is this going nowhere?" Grace comes grooving past at that moment, and says in an almost singsong fashion: "Good news for AP Modern Man: anti-drug lecture in the multipurpose room trumps homeroom." Joan: "Drugs? Who even cares?" Grace says it's getting them out of homeroom. Adam asks, "Price's idea?" Grace says it was apparently Joan's mother's idea. Joan rolls her eyes and fumes, "Why do they let her have ideas?" She heads after Grace.