My parents are standing back to back. Mom is having problems standing, leaning against the wall, but that’s because of grief. Dad is having problems standing because he drank too much. 

I approach, the parents standing back to back, a space between like a canyon. I traverse the canyon to get to the kitchen. I squeeze through. Mom is crying with her back turned to Dad so Dad doesn’t see. I know this. I can feel it.

Dad asks why. Dad doesn’t seem to know, while everyone else knows. Of course everyone else knows. Friday night was a sensation and it hurt just about everyone. The sensation began on the subject of parenting.