Did you fill up the tank like I told you?" she asks. She is sixty-five. She is also forty-eight. "Once we get on the road, I don't want to have to stop for gas."
He looks at her for a moment, bobs his head, and turns back to the television.
"Aren't you going to answer me?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about, Mom."
"The tank. Did you fill up the tank?