"All is well, Sander," Peter said, coming into Zander's room. Now Zander had a roommate, who was asleep right then. "I'm staying put now. In this town. Port Charles. Is that the name of it?"
"No you're not, and you have to go back to school."
"I am in school! Mom and I first went to the Port Charles Academy, and it is filled up. The tiniest school! So I'm going to Mercy High School. They have space even for non-Catholics! She just has to join the Parish. St. – St. Michael's or something like that."
"No way. She did not. She wouldn't do any of that. Besides, much as I would love to have you here - "
"Oh, you don't want Mom here. She'll be gone most of the time on business anyway. Remember that? Not to worry. She's looking for a house."
"And you're going to stay in a hotel, I guess, and alone when she's gone on business? Go back with Rosa."
"No and no. I'm staying with the Cons until she finds the house. She doesn't want me to stay in the hotel, because it's a hotel, and Dad is at the same hotel two floors up. I know! There goes that hotel! But Mom came over and talked to Mr. and Mrs. Connor and they worked it all out."
"You can't stay here."
"Too late, Sander. Zander. I'm signed up. The soccer coach is already counting on me. You know what I did? Signed up to take Russian. Easy A! Aren't you proud of me, Sandy?"
"You can take Russian at a Catholic School? And you aren't even Catholic!"
"They have Russian. They're not in the Middle Ages anymore. I know we've never had a religion, but what could it hurt? I have a class in it. And Mrs. Connor is a teacher, you know. She was talking to a guidance counselor she knows at the high school, the public one, whatever it's called. About you. They want to see if they can fix your education. Educational problems, they called it. Educational challenges. Something like that. Hey, where's Q?"
"You mean Question?"
"Yeah. You don't know what the Q stands for. That's a family joke now."
"You're staying with them, so you must know by now."
"Yeah."
"So?"
"So what?"
"What does it stand for?"
"Cute," Peter said, laughing. "It stands for cute. Come on, Sandy, you can figure this one out."
