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have no idea.” This was getting frustrating. She flicked the radio back off and turned onto Cedar.
    “You don’t know? How could you not know?” He was smirking. She could tell he was looking for an excuse to argue with her.
    “Because I don’t. Music’s just music. I’ve got lots of things I’d rather do with my time than try to keep up with bands nobody’s ever heard of.”
    “How can you say that! Music’s everything! And in Madison … I mean Rot Gut’s from Madison!”
    “I don’t even know what Rot Gut is.”
    He groaned.
    “Rot Gut’s this legendary band from, like, I don’t know, the late eighties, early nineties. They were Satanists. They dug up grave sites and stuff. They were cool as hell.”
    “That’s pleasant,” she said.
    She couldn’t understand how he’d tricked her into another tedious argument like this, but she could have predicted it would happen. He did it every time. Now she was rattled. She wasn’t paying attention to the road. “Adam, it’s really icy. I need to concentrate on my driving.”
    “I just can’t believe you’ve never heard of them. I mean, they’re counterculture gods. And they’re from Madison.”
    They were in the university district now, driving the past redbrick dorms and the large stately buildings that housed the various campus departments.
    “Hey, which one’s the economics building?” Adam asked.
    “I don’t know. Why?”
    “Stan Chen.”
    Here he went again. “Look, I’m sick of this game, Adam. Either tell me or don’t.”
    “That guy who shot up all those people in ‘97. He was a student in the economics department. He took over one of the classrooms.”
    Now she remembered. It had been a huge thing. Something to do with the guy’s PhD funding or something. She didn’t like thinking about it. Murder and death always sent her thoughts off toward her mother.
    “I can understand you not knowing who Rot Gut is, but Stan Chen? It was such a huge thing. It made the national news. I even heard about it in New Hampshire,” Adam said.
    “Can we talk about something else?” she said. She was absorbed now in memories of that fateful white-water-rafting trip. The last time she’d seen her mother smile, adjusting the straps on her orange life vest. “Now I feel completely safe,” she’d said with a laugh.
    An SUV in the opposing lane began honking at them hysterically, waking Britney from her reverie. In her peripheral vision, she saw someone frantically motioning at her, but she couldn’t tell who it was. The SUV sped by so fast that Britney didn’t get a good look at it, just a blur of blue and black.
    “Hey, wasn’t that your cheerleader friends?”
    In the rearview mirror, she could make out the back end of the SUV. A baby blue Ford Explorer. It could have been Erin’s car.
    “I don’t know, was it?”
    “They looked really upset. I bet someone broke a nail.”
    It just figured that Adam would distract her so much that she’d miss her own friends. She wondered what they had been trying to tell her. “Thanks for letting me know,” she said flatly.
    “I did let you know.”
    “Yeah, after they were already past.”
    “I’m sure, whatever it was, it was really important,” Adam said. He jumped into a high, mocking girly voice and said, “Oh my God! You’ll never guess what Buffy told me last night! Did you know that Biff—”
    The light changed, and Britney pounded the gas in frustration. The car fishtailed briefly and then sped forward.
    “Whoa!” said Adam, his voice back to normal. “Who are you now, Jeff Gordon?”
    She’d had as much as she could take from him.
    Screeching the car to a halt, she said, “You know what? Get out. We’re close enough to downtown. You can walk from here.”
    That shut Adam up, but it didn’t wipe the smirk off his face.
    “I’m serious,” she said.
    Their stare-down didn’t last long because Adam started chuckling to himself.
    “Sure. All right. Cool,” he said with a