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which looked just wrong.
Anything but construction clothes or overalls just didn't feel
right, and the briefcase in his hand seemed like a toy.
    “Hey dude.” His father's eyes flickered from
him to his mother and back. Worry creased his forehead, but
disappeared as soon as Michael leaped up into his arms. He
transferred Michael to one arm, forming a seat for his son, and put
the briefcase down. Michael's head came close to brushing the
ceiling.
    “What's going on? I heard you kicked some
royal butt. Broke a kid's nose? Nicely done!”
    “Michael Edward Washington!” Mom shrieked.
“Don't you dare put these ideas in his head. Fighting other boys at
school? You must be out of your mind!”
    “Dude,” his father whispered. “Go on and hang
out in your room. Turn up the music nice and loud.”
    He went, but no music. He'd never seen his
mother blow a gasket like that before. She wasn't even going to
stop long enough for him to get all the way upstairs and close the
door. It started as soon as he was half way up.
    She swore like Davey, a nice circle of acidic
words Michael had never heard from her before. “You need to pull
your head out of your butt, Michael! You know your son can't be
fighting.”
    “Susie...”
    “Don't you give me that happy crap, Michael.
It's not too early. There is no fighting over at that school. Not
in this town. I don't care how they do it anywhere else, our son
will not be a part of that. And you. Encouraging him. Like you left
every speck of your brain back in whatever armpit of the world you
just crawled out of.”
    “Now that's not fair,” his father said
quietly.
    Michael didn't hear what came next. He
strained to hear what his mother was saying, but they'd either
moved out of the living room or she was whispering too quietly. He
was about to head back down a few stairs when she exploded
again.
    “You see if I don't!” she bellowed. “I will
not stay in this place with a husband who's not really my husband,
pretending everything is fine when it's not, and you're trying to
blast apart the entire establishment just because you never played
baseball when you were a kid.”
    “Sue, please...stop talking like that.” At
first, Michael wasn't sure what he was hearing. His father's voice
wasn't right. It was cracked and uneven. Then the light bulb
clicked on: his father was choking down tears. “You're not being
fair...”
    His mother's shrill and bitter tone carried
all the way up the stairs. “Fair. Talk to me about fair. I swear to
God, Michael, if you are still here when I get back, I'm going to
your father's house and I'm finishing this entire farce.”
    Michael didn't know what a farce was, but it
was probably another version of the D word. And it was that word,
the D word, that Michael understood was the most horrible thing
parents could do to each other. He didn't know what it meant
really, or what the actual word was, but it seemed like it was
worse than murder.
    The door slammed, and his father made a sound
that Michael had never heard a grownup make before. It was half a
laugh, and half a sob. And when Michael Senior appeared at the base
of the stairs, Michael Junior got the biggest shock of his short
life.
    His father's face was blotchy, red, and
crumpled miserably. Tears poured down the normally stone face, and
without thinking, Michael went down several stairs, level with his
dad. Just like with his mother, Michael didn't have any words.
Instead, his father just pulled him into an awkward hug under the
wood railing. Michael felt several days worth of stubble against
his face and neck. And the tears. In the middle of his chest, it
felt as though something large and spiky was shifting around, until
it reached the bottom of his stomach. It settled down there and had
an uncomfortable nap.

Chapter 3 - The
New Tune
     
     
    Only two things happened in the next two
years that were worth mentioning, aside from lots more schoolwork
and various teachers. The first happened on the