"Just so you know, I was not a goody two-shoes. I smoked my first cigarette in Girl Scouts." She was still talking about it and Sean couldn't believe that she was still talking about it. The words went by like miles on the turnpike, like a curtain scrolling past. "All I'm saying is that we both did things to get Dad's attention. My thing was to be perfect. Your thing was to be a juvenile delinquent." Sean couldn't disagree, but of course his thing was more fun.

Apparently the ten miles she'd been thinking about it had done some damage; Sean's sister told him to get her a beer, from the twelve-pack. She would drink it, and go wild. Of course he would have to drive, but she was thirsty and tired and "maybe" a little tense, and he approved. "Whatever it takes to make your personality more tolerable," he said. "The last time I drove a car Reagan was ignoring AIDS," he said. That's almost as far back as he goes, to the splitting.

They drove, and back home, Paul had pulled out the wedding videos. He knew where they were, in his house, and he'd had beer and started on the scotch, so he went to their location and he pulled them out and turned them on. Looking at her, he was reminded of how lucky they were, to be her boys.

"Yeah, real lucky, Dad. She kicked you out of the house. That's fucked up." Paul was caught between crying and laughing, watching her move. "You're too hard on your mom. You gotta cut her some slack. I know she can be annoying, but it's only because you're the most important thing in the world to her." Adam was bored and uncomfortable, he begged to play more video games, anything to distract him, but his father was lost to him now. His Self was splitting. He wasn't homeless, but he didn't have a home.

"That Cathy. She's what you call a catch. My friends said she might sleep with me, but no way in hell a gal like that will ever marry a guy like you. And then she did. Oh, it was so awesome." Adam watched his father pass by. "Oh, doesn't your mom have amazing tits? Oh..." She did; they made him start to weep. "How'd I fuck it up so bad? I'm so fucking fucked. I miss her so much it hurts." Adam was disgusted.

Sean drove; his sister hung out the window drinking her beer and shouting. Being wild and crazy, in the way she thought he'd like. He did. Not because it was real, not because it was abandon or because she knew the world but because his sister tried so hard, at everything. He pulled over, suddenly, and when she saw the reason she laughed more deeply than he'd ever heard: DINGLEBERRY CREEK. "You think this sign will fit in the back of your car?"