They droned on, and I mentally checked out the way my mom already had. She was looking out on the lawn, Botoxed brow smooth, a musing half-smile on her face while my mind time-traveled back to the firm and how Chet asking about her had caught me off guard. I wondered what he was doing this weekend. Did he have a circle of friends he hung out with? I knew he was taking a summer class like me, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Did he have another job?
