At least now we had confirmation that something did actually happen to the Schwa’s mom, although there was still no telling what. When I got home later that afternoon, just Mom and Christina were there. Mom was cooking something called coq au vin in a big frying pan. It was French, and smelled really good. She claimed it had no ingredients we wouldn’t eat by themselves, and she had me taste a spoonful of the sauce. It got my mouth watering. As I watched her cook, I thought about the Schwa’s mother, a woman so unnoticed she could walk into a supermarket, not walk out again, and no one would notice. My mom was anything but invisible, but maybe she didn’t know it.

“If you’re gonna stand there, then make yourself useful.” She handed me a strainer and poured some boiling string beans through it.

“Mom, I just want you to know . . . that I know how hard you work.”

She looked at me like I might have a fever. “Thank you, Anthony. It’s good to hear that from you.”

“Just promise me you’re never gonna disappear, okay?”

She chuckled. “Okay, sure. I’ll stay far away from David Copperfield.”

She returned to her food, and I put the string beans in a serving bowl.

“So, you like the cooking class?”

“Love it.”

“And you’re not mad at Dad anymore?”

She stirred her simmering sauce a bit. “I wasn’t really mad at him.” She added chicken pieces to the pan—enough to feed the whole family. “I always knew your father was a better cook than me. But this kitchen was my place. I know it’s old-fashioned, but I chose it. Your aunt Mona, I don’t think she ever cooked a meal in her life. She wanted a career. Good for her—I’ve got no problem with that. But sometimes you get a career and then you suddenly realize you don’t have a life. Or if you stay at home with your family, you suddenly realize that your life is actually everyone else’s life, not your own. Either way, when you got all your eggs in one basket, the basket gets heavy. Maybe the eggs start to break.”

“So get yourself a few more baskets,” I said. “Spread ’em out.” And then I realized that’s exactly what she was doing. That’s why she was taking classes. That’s why she was getting a job. It was all about spreading out those eggs. She had to feel she had a place in her own life, or else maybe she thought she’d disappear somehow, too. Maybe not all at once like the Schwa’s mom, but a little bit every day.