"Ted. Did you take the test."
"I went in," my father said. "I went in, and I sat down."
"And?"
"And I got up and left."
My mother put her hands flat on the table on top of the money. Boog, who had been sitting on the ones, got up and moved over to sit on her hands, and she shoved him off, hard, and he hit the floor with a thump and ran. I had never seen her shove that cat in my life.
"Why," she said. "Why would you do that. Just tell me why. Just give me one reason I can understand."
"I don't know," my father said. "I don't know, Ro. I just couldn't."
"That's not a reason. That's not a reason, Ted, that's—" She stopped. She put her face in her hands. "Where's the sixty dollars."
"I told you. Some things."