When he’s done, he tosses the can and walks back toward the stairs. As he heads up, he sees that Mom’s working in her office—or rather, she’s staring thoughtfully at the computer screen. That’s what she calls working, these days. When he gets back to his room, he finds that the bed has been moved. “Hang on a sec.” He holds the phone away from his mouth and yells out into the hall: “Will you guys leave my stuff alone!” With the phone in one hand, he moves the bed back. Sometimes it seems like the women in his life are always in his business. He can’t even put his own furniture where he wants. “I think Mom’s gone flaky on us,” he tells Carrie when the bed is back where it belongs. “First she sold her book, then Dad took off, then she quit her job and bought this house. Now she’s even beyond all that counselor-sounding shit she used to say. Now she’s all about ‘Follow your bliss’ and ‘Jump and the net will appear.’” As he talks to Carrie, he sees Libby hanging around by the doorway.
