IV | Dagora-Carcinoma“WHAT’S A ‘GLOBULAR CARCINOMA?’” he asks.
His mother turns him around—roughly, it seems.
“What did you say?”
“What’s—‘glob—ular—carcinoma?’”
She starts to speak—laughs uncomfortably, evasively.
“Well—I....”
His parents look at each other. Nobody says anything. When she faces him again, she has made a decision. He can see it behind her eyes. “You know...I’m not really sure. Sounds like one of your sci-fi monsters. Come on, get back in. We’re losing all the heat. You can have the window.”
“Scoot,” she tells Sheldon, and he scoots. The Kid climbs in.
“No more Apollo,” says Sheldon.
“I guess it was inevitable,” says Dad, scrunching his neck, staring up through the windshield. “We’ve run out of road.”
The Kid stares at his own shoes.
“Hey,” says his mother. She
