“You Don’t Have a Toothbrush.”

“Mom,” Good Man said on the phone, “I’m going to sleep at Jennifer’s tonight so Amanda and I can repack her stuff in the vacuum bags early tomorrow.”

“But—you don’t have a toothbrush!”

“Mom! It’s OK!”

He didn’t tell her that in fact he does have a toothbrush. It’s the one he kept at my house.