You know my dad spent hours converting the engine for you on the Jetta and it was running fine, he says, staring hard out the window. Oh, so that’s what this is about. Okay. What do you want to say, Mr. Perfect? I’m not perfect, I just—electricity still— And Jo nodding, angrily, Mm-hm, yes, electricity what? Xie gesturing with both hands, At least with the oil we were reusing something that was going to be thrown away, it wasn’t even an old car and you just went out and bought another one like, why, you don’t— Xie, that thing was smoking every morning and it’s fucking useless in the winter, every time I got in the car I was worried the fucking thing was going to explode. I’m grateful for your dad’s help but it’s my fucking car which you are happy enough to ride around in everywhere, so— And Xie raising his voice, But I’m not happy, I hate driving, I wouldn’t even— You what, you wouldn’t stoop to being in a vehicle if it wasn’t for us forcing you into one? No, just—forget it. Jo scoffs. No, go on, I’m loving this, really. Xie shakes his head, I said forget it, okay, and Jo wrenches the car to the shoulder, all of their heads slamming forward as she hits the brakes. A sudden silence. Get out, Jo says. He blinks. Leni’s head dipped, eyeing them both warily, like someone used to arguments turning bad, and he wonders, do they hit her at home or does she see someone getting hit? Jo opening his door and taking him by the arm, yanking him onto the road. Come on. Xie stepping back, Jesus, Jo, I’m not going to fight you. I don’t mean that, you idiot, I mean just say it! Xie’s hands up. It’s your car, fine, you can do what you want, and Jo shaking her head. You want everything and everyone to be so pure and anyone who does something you don’t like you just fucking judge. I can’t even handle watching you stare at anyone who tries to talk to you as if they have a fucking disease because they’re smoking a Marlboro or—or—fucking have gel in their hair or whatever it is you find so offensive about the entire human race. Leni staring through the glass. Shivering. Sitting around in your room making lentil soup and riding your bike downtown doesn’t make you a fucking saint, okay? Xie frowns. I didn’t say it did. Jo throwing up her hands. But that’s how you act! Like you know so much more than every fucking—oh my god, there are so many people here—who do so much more than you could ever dream of doing, who risk their lives, who get thrown in fucking jail— Stopping at Xie’s sharp look. Is that it? You’re still pissed that you got caught and we didn’t? Xie’s flinch, What? No— Jo continuing, You think we should have stayed with you? Do you know what would have happened if Leni got caught out there?