5
“SO what did you see on Adam’s computer?” Mike asked.
They sat at the kitchen table. Tia had already made coffee. She was drinking a decaf Breakfast Blend. Mike was going with pure black espresso. One of his patients worked for a company that made coffee machines with pods rather than filters. He gave Mike one as a gift after a successful transplant. The machine was simple: You take your pod, you put it in, it makes the coffee.
“Two things,” Tia said.
“Okay.”
“First off, he’s invited to a party tomorrow night at the Huffs,” Tia said.
“And?”
“And the Huffs are away for the weekend. According to the e-mail, they will all spend the night getting high.”
“Booze, drugs, what?”
“The e-mail isn’t clear. They plan on coming up with some excuse to sleep over so they can get-and I quote-‘totally wasted.’ ”
The Huffs. Daniel Huff, the father, was the captain of the town police force. His son-everyone called him DJ-was probably the biggest troublemaker in the grade.
“What?” she said.
“I’m just processing.”
Tia swallowed. “Who are we raising, Mike?”
He said nothing.
“I know you don’t want to look at these computer reports, but…” Her eyes closed.
“What?”
“Adam watches online porn,” she said. “Did you know that?”
He said nothing.
“Mike?”
“So what do you want to do about that?” he asked.
“You don’t think it’s wrong?”
“When I was sixteen, I sneaked
“That’s different.”
“Is it? That’s what we had then. We didn’t have the Internet. If we did, sure, I probably would have gone in that direction-anything to see a naked woman. It’s society today. You can’t turn anything on without getting an eye- or earful. If a sixteen-year-old boy wasn’t interested in seeing naked women, that would be bizarre.”
“So you approve?”
“No, of course not. I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“Talk to him,” she said.
“I have,” Mike said. “I’ve explained the birds-n-bees. I’ve explained that sex is best when blended with love. I’ve tried to teach him to respect women, not objectify them.”
“That last one,” Tia said. “He’s not getting that last one.”
“No male teenager gets that last one. Hell, I’m not even sure any male adult gets that one.”
Tia sipped from her mug. She let the unasked question hang in the air.
He could see the crow’s-feet in her eyes. She stared at them in the mirror a lot. All women have body-image issues, but Tia had always had a great deal of confidence in her looks. Lately, though, he could see that she was no longer looking at her reflection and feeling okay. She had started coloring her gray. She was seeing the lines, the sags, the normal aging stuff, and it was bothering her.
“It’s different with a grown man,” she said.
He was going to try to say something comforting but decided to quit while ahead.
Tia said, “We’ve opened a Pandora’s box.”
He hoped that she was still talking about Adam. “We have indeed.”
“I want to know. And I hate knowing.”
He reached out and took her hand. “What do we do about this party?”
“What do you think?”
“We can’t let him go,” he said.
“So we keep him in the house?”
“I guess.”
“He told me that he and Clark were going to Olivia Burchell’s to hang out. If we just forbid him to go, he’ll know something is up.”
Mike shrugged. “Too bad. We’re parents. We’re allowed to be irrational.”
“Okay. So we tell him we want him home tomorrow night?”
“Yep.”
She bit her lower lip. “He’s been good all week, did all his homework. We normally let him go out on Friday nights.”
It would be a battle. They both knew that. Mike was ready for a battle, but did he want one here? You have to choose your spots. And forbidding him from going to Olivia Burchell’s house-it would make Adam suspicious.
“How about if we give him a curfew?” he asked.
“And what do we do when he breaks it? Show up at the Huffs?”
She was right.
“Hester called me in her office,” Tia said. “She wants me to go to Boston tomorrow for a deposition.”
Mike knew how much that meant to her. Since going back to work, most of her assignments had been scut work. “That’s great.”
“Yeah. But that means I won’t be home.”
“No problem, I can handle it,” Mike said.
“Jill is having a sleepover at Yasmin’s. So she won’t be around.”
“Okay.”
“So any idea how to keep Adam from going to this party?”
“Let me think about it,” Mike said. “I may have an idea.”
“Okay.”
He saw something cross her face. Then he remembered. “You said two things were bothering you.”
She nodded and something happened to her face. Not much. If you were playing poker, you might call it a tell. That was the thing when you are married a long time. You can read the tells so easily-or maybe your partner doesn’t care to hide them anymore. Whatever, Mike knew that this was not going to be good news.
“An instant-message exchange,” Tia said. “From two days ago.”
She reached into her purse and pulled it out. Instant-messaging. Kids talked via typing in live time to one another. The results came out with the name and a colon like some awful screenplay. Parents, most of whom had spent many an adolescent hour doing the same thing on plain old phones, bemoaned this development. Mike didn’t really see the problem. We had phones, they have IM and texting. Same thing. It reminded Mike of those old people who curse out the younger generation’s video games while hopping on a bus to Atlantic City to play video slots. Hypocrisy, right?
“Take a look.”
Mike slipped on his reading glasses. He had just started using them a few months back and had quickly grown to detest the inconvenience. Adam’s screen name was still HockeyAdam1117. He had picked that out years ago. The number was Mark Messier’s, his favorite hockey player, and Mike’s own number seventeen from his Dartmouth days, combined. Funny that Adam hadn’t changed it. Or maybe again that made perfect sense. Or maybe, most likely, it meant nothing.
CeeJay8115: U ok?
HockeyAdam1117: I still think we should say something.
CeeJay8115: It’s long over. Just stay quiet and all safe.
According to the timer, there was no typing for a full minute.
CeeJay8115: U there?
HockeyAdam1117: Yes
CeeJay8115: All ok?
HockeyAdam1117: All ok.
CeeJay8115: Good. C U Fri.
That was the end.
“ ‘Stay quiet and all safe,’ ” Mike repeated.
“Yes.”
“What do you think it means?” he asked.
“No idea.”
“Could be something with school. Like maybe they saw someone cheat on a test or something.”
“Could be.”
“Or it could be nothing. Could be like part of one of those online adventure games.”
“Could be,” Tia said again, clearly not buying.
