"I say that is a crock of bull shit."
Her mind was preoccupied with this declaration of being called weird. "I'm not weird. I'm just clever. What is weird are moms whose brains change into rocks — probably from too many years of marriage."
"When I was in the second grade kids would say that you catch men outside your trailer, put spells on them, and then you drink their pee."
She looked at his earnest face. "Really? Is that what they said."
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me that then."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings."
"Oh, how sweet." She felt visibly touched that he should have thought of her feelings over those of his own. She felt more optimistic about him growing up into a decent individual. "Anyhow, I will be going someplace — maybe back to Bangkok…who knows… anywhere really from Tokyo to Tijuana."
"Without me?"
"Probably."