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CHAOS THEORY<br />
TEN-YEAR-OLD OLLY AND his dad are at the breakfast bar in their old penthouse<br />
apartment in New York City. It’s Christmastime, so maybe it’s snowing outside, or maybe<br />
it just stopped snowing. This is a memory, so the details are a bit uncertain.<br />
His dad has made fresh hot chocolate. He’s a connoisseur and prides himself on<br />
making it from scratch. He melts actual bars of baking chocolate and uses whole “one<br />
hundred percent of the fat” milk. He takes Olly’s favorite mug, pours in a layer of<br />
chocolate and adds six ounces of hot milk heated to almost boiling on the stove—never in<br />
the microwave. Olly stirs the milk and chocolate together while his dad gets the whipped<br />
cream, also freshly made, from the fridge. The cream is just lightly sweetened, the kind of<br />
sweet that makes you want more. He spoons one dollop, maybe two into Olly’s mug.<br />
Olly raises his cup and blows on the already melting whipped cream. It slides across the<br />
surface like a miniature iceberg. He eyes his dad over the top of the mug, trying to gauge<br />
what kind of mood he’s in.<br />
Lately the moods have been bad, worse than normal.<br />
“Newton was wrong,” his dad says now. “The universe is not deterministic.”<br />
Olly kicks his legs. He loves when his dad talks to him like this, “mano a mano,” like<br />
he’s a grown-up, even though he doesn’t always understand what he’s saying. They’d been<br />
having more of these conversations since his dad’s suspension from work.<br />
“What does that mean?” Olly asks.<br />
His dad always waits for Olly to ask before explaining anything.<br />
“It means one thing doesn’t always lead to another,” he says, and takes a slurp of hot<br />
chocolate. Somehow his dad never blows on the hot liquid first. He just dives right in. “It<br />
means you can do every goddamn thing right, and your life can still turn to shit.”<br />
Olly holds his sip of hot chocolate in his mouth and stares at his mug.<br />
A few weeks ago Olly’s mom had explained that his dad was going to be home for a<br />
while until things were fixed at his work. She wouldn’t say what was wrong, but Olly had<br />
overheard words like “fraud” and “investigation.” He wasn’t quite sure what any of it<br />
meant, only that his dad seemed to love Olly and Kara and his mom a little less than he<br />
did before. And the less he seemed to love them, the more they tried to become more<br />
lovable.<br />
The phone rings and his dad strides over to it.<br />
Olly swallows his mouthful of hot chocolate and listens.<br />
At first his dad uses his work voice, the one that’s angry and relaxed at the same time.<br />
Eventually, though, his voice just turns to angry. “You’re firing me? You just said those<br />
assholes were clearing me.”