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![]() ![]() She knocked on the bathroom door and waited a moment. Tired of lazing around the house, more like. He might walk to the kitchen for a snack, on a good day. He’s still got time to mow the grass before dinner. It’s almost five o’clock and it’s a beautiful spring day. She headed toward the hall and called again, John? She went to the nearest window and twisted the long rod that opened the blinds, and light poured in. He followed her into the family room, which was quiet and dark. Maybe he’s napping on the couch, his mother said. Zach hung his backpack in its normal spot by the window, a hook his father had installed six years ago when Zach started kindergarten. ![]() She set her purse on the counter by the sink and called, John? They left the car and went through the door that led to the kitchen. He needs to meet people face-to-face, Zach, so he can look them in the eyes and shake their hand, not sit at home all day in his bathrobe watching television. She switched off the ignition, turned toward Zach and opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but closed her eyes instead and sighed. His mother didn’t answer as she steered her Honda into the open space next to the big SUV. Looks like your father didn’t go job hunting. His mother said what she normally said when the garage door slid up and revealed the black Escalade that was still there. ![]() Zach rode home from school with his mother, just as he normally did. ![]()
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