School was school, Dad was Dad. Coach Michelson was the tiniest bit nicer to him. That was the only thing that had changed. Molly was absent the day he returned, and although he didn’t have to face her after his ridiculous display on the field, he missed having her to talk to. After school, Tim sat up in his room, writing in his journal. Today at school old Henderson said that no one really knows what holds the world together. And nobody knows why everything doesn’t just fall apart. And the weird bit is that the stuff that DOES fall apart, falls apart because it’s not moving. As long as those molecules and atoms keep zipping around, everything’s dandy. But stop and—kapowie. It’s all over. Old Henderson calls that entropy. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with Dad. He stopped moving when Mom died. So now he’s falling apart. Because of entropy. I think it really comes down to love and fear. Only nobody talks about love and fear in science. Love could be the stuff that keeps things moving so they stay together.
