When Steve got together with Uncle Max, he told him about his effort to get the band back together. Right now these guys were losers, but when they were together, when they were a band, they could do some incredible things. And they were patient. That's what Steve liked. They would do the same song a zillion times with different backgrounds and different lighting. On their last video, Fungus even put on a bear suit and sat there playing the drums like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He asked Max if he had seen Boris. Max said no, but he was planning on trying to bail him out in the morning. However, on a murder charge, that may not be possible. And there was a good chance that the bail hasn't even been set yet.
After they talked a couple of hours, Max went to sleep in his bed. Steve slept for another night on the air mattress. He could sleep on it okay but it was just strange sleeping so close to the floor.
In the middle of the night, Steve woke up and saw the glowing figure of Irene standing just inside the doorway of the room. Max was sleeping as usual.
"I'm sorry Steve that I wasn't a very good mother to you."
"That's okay, mom. I know you did the best you could. I just can't believe that dad killed you."
"Who, Boris. He's a nobody. I'm just sorry that all that time I let you think that he was your father."
"Well, Boris told me the truth. I know now that Uncle Max is my real father"
"Naw, Max is not your father, either."
"Then who is my father?"
"Your father was a LA cab driver. It happened in the back seat of the cab."
"What was his name?"
"I don't know. At a time like that, we never thought of exchanging names. And I never saw him again."
She began to fade back into the darkness.
"Goodbye, Steve."
"Goodbye, Mom."
And Steve rolled over and went back to sleep, the first really good sleep he'd had for a long time.

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