Ben pulls into the driveway of his parents’ house in the canyon, gets out of the car, walks up to the door, takes a deep breath, and rings the bell.
What the fuck do they have to do with all this, Ben wonders. For all their goofy, reconstructed-hippie bullshit, they’re essentially kind, loving people. Caring therapists, good if overbearing parents.
It feels like it takes forever, but his mother finally answers the door.
She looks shaken.
“Ben-”
Stan walks up behind her. Puts his hands on her shoulders and says, “Ben, what are you involved in?”
“What am I involved in?” Ben asks. “What are you involved in?”