The Silver Linings Playbook - By Matthew Quick Page 0,60

the driveway when I came home, so I am very confused. I begin to climb the steps, and the house is deadly quiet. I check my bedroom, and my bed's made and the room is empty. So I knock on my parents' bedroom door, but no one answers. I push the door open and immediately wish I hadn't.

"Your father and I made up after the Eagles victory," Mom says with a funny smile. "He aims to be a changed man."

The sheet is pulled up to their necks, but somehow I know my parents are naked underneath the covers.

"Your boy Baskett healed the family," my father says. "He was a god out there on the field today. And with the Eagles in first place, I thought, Why not make up with Jeanie?"

Still, I cannot speak.

"Pat, maybe you'd like to go for a run?" my mom suggests. "Maybe just a little half-hour run?"

I close their bedroom door.

While I change into a tracksuit, I think I hear my parents' bed squeak, and the house seems to shake a little too. So I slip on my sneakers and run down the stairs and out the front door. I sprint across the park, run around to the back of the Websters' house, and knock on Tiffany's door. When she answers, she's in some sort of nightgown and her face looks confused.

"Pat? What are you - "

"My parents are having sex," I explain. "Right now."

Her eyes widen. She smiles and then laughs. "Just let me get changed," she says, and then shuts the door.

We walk for hours - all around Collingswood. At first I ramble on and on about T.O., Baskett, my parents, Jake, the Asian Invasion, my wedding pictures, my mother's ultimatum actually working - everything - but Tiffany does not say anything in response. When I run out of words, we simply walk and walk and walk, and finally we are in front of the Websters' house and it is time to say good night. I stick my hand out and say, "Thanks for listening." When it is clear that Tiffany's not going to shake, I start to walk away.

"Turn around, bright eyes," Tiffany says, which is a very weird thing for her to say, because my eyes are brown and very dull, but of course I turn around. "I'm going to give you something that will confuse you, and maybe even make you mad. I don't want you to open it until you are in a very relaxed mood. Tonight is out of the question. Wait a few days, and when you are feeling happy, open this letter." She pulls a white business envelope out of her jacket pocket and hands it to me. "Put it away in your pocket," she says, and I do as I am told, mostly because Tiffany looks so deathly serious. "I will not be running with you until you give me your answer. I will leave you alone to think. Regardless of what you decide, you cannot tell anyone about what is inside of that envelope. Understand? If you tell anyone - even your therapist - I'll know by looking in your eyes, and I will never speak to you again. It's best if you simply follow my directions."

My heart is pounding. What is Tiffany talking about? All I want to do is open the envelope now.

"You have to wait at least forty-eight hours before you open that. Make sure you are in a good mood when you read the letter. Think about it, and then give me your answer. Remember, Pat, I can be a very valuable friend to you, but you do not want me as an enemy."

I remember the story Ronnie told me about how Tiffany lost her job, and I begin to feel very afraid.
Chapter 28
I Will Have to Require a First-Place Victory

"Question number one," my father says. "How many touchdowns will McNabb throw against the Saints?"

I can hardly believe I am actually eating a sit-down meal with my father. Mom smiles at me as she winds spaghetti around her fork. She even shoots me a wink. Now don't get me wrong, I am happy that Mom's plan has worked out, and I am delighted to be eating a meal with my father, having a conversation even - and I am especially happy to see my parents playing with love again - but I also know my father, and I worry that a single Eagles loss will turn Dad back into a grump.