They had just come home from their weekend donut run. Dad came in and put on a Beach Boys album at full blast and set out to do chores in the yard. Mom came in and looked like the life had been sucked out of her.
I ran to the kitchen to see what I had been brought in the donut bag. Mom collapsed on me and began sobbing. She held me tightly and her body shuddered as she cried.
"Mommy, what's wrong," I said feeling scared.
"You're dad's leaving us." she managed to answer.
She continued to grip me and sob. I felt little zings of glee but knew it was best to conceal them. For me, I knew it meant the end of my parents' knock down drag out arguments with each other.
I suppose Dad was feeling relieved.
I can't hear "Help me Rhonda" now without being transported back to that moment.