own house without at least a twenty-minute interrogation by one or both of his parents. I have been present for a lot of these interrogations. They donât vary a lot in substance or tone. I can reproduce the beginning of one here basically verbatim from memory.
[COREYâS MOM,
appearing from nowhere as Corey opens the front door en route to trying to leave his house
]â
[COREYâS DAD,
yelling from other room
]
âWhoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you headed off to?â
Â
Â
âClose the door!
âSlow it down. Slow-w-w-w it down. Tell me
where
youâre going.â
âCorey! Close the front door! Cold air is entering the house.
âI
see
that youâre going somewhere with Wesley. Hello, Wesley. Itâs very nice to see you.â
âI can
feel
the cold air coming into the house,
up here
.
âOkay. Youâre going to be at the Oh Yeah Ice Cream store for
how long
?â
â
Close the door
. CLOSE. THE DOOR.
[
Coreyâs dad appears at top of stairs
]
âAn hour and a half? It takes that long to eat ice cream?â
âCOREY. CLOSE THE DOOR.
âCorey, donât slam the door.
âYou
did
slam it, but itâs fine.â
âNot âslam the door.â âClose the door.â I asked you to close it a number of times. Hello, Wes. How are you.
âAn hour and a half is how long it takes to eat ice cream? Isnât it kind of cold for ice cream anyway?
âFine. Fine, fine. Donât get mad. Listen. Make sure they
wash absolutely everything
before serving you. Okay? Everything. Are you coming home after?â
âWes, itâs funnyâlast monthâs gas bill came out to
precisely the same dollar amount
as Coreyâs entire college savings. What do you think of that?
âI know! It
is
a coincidence. It is
quite the coincidence indeed
.
âThen what are you doing?â
[
Coreyâs dad pauses to stare at Corey in exaggerated alarm
]
âAre you going to at least call me and tell me
when
you know?â
âMy God, Corey. Are you planning to go out in public like that?
âIf I donât hear from you in an hour, Iâm going to call. So pick up. I donât care. Pick up or Iâm going to come find you. Do you have your EpiPen?â
âYour T-shirt is decrepit. In fact, to the naked eye, you appear to be wearing the Shroud of Turin.
âIs your phone charged all the way?â
âAnd your jacket looks like a Sex Pistol died in it.
âThatâll run out. Hereâs a charger. Use one of the outlets. I am sure theyâll let you use one if you ask. Now letâs just go over your homework situatiâhey. Donât get mad at
me
.â
âWait here. Letâs see if we can find you some clothes that werenât foraged from a landfill. By raccoons.
âDiseased, sightless raccoons.
So you canât really blame Corey if sometimes he gets kind of surly and dickish with authority figures and people trying to make him do stuff. He has basically spent his entire life under constant assault.
My home life is a little different. If youâre Corey, Coreyâs parents constantly want to hang out with you in this state of half love, half panic. So theyâre a lot like dogs. Mine are more like cats. If youâre me, my parents are happy to have you around,but they also seem perfectly happy to have you not around. Plus, like cats, they themselves are mysteriously not around a lot of the time. I mean, I guess itâs not that mysterious. Theyâre at work.
My mom and dad are first- and second-grade teachers at Mellon Elementary, a public school in South Oakland. And together they do this very effective two-year bilingual thing that wins awards every year and gets the school a ton of federal grant money and clearly has major impacts on kidsâ lives.
But it means they have to be at the school kind of a lot, like from 7 A.M. until 8 or 9 P.M. during the week, and then on the weekends