I just had surgery and I want to go to bed – alone.” We had a big ‘70s station wagon with three grade school aged kids in the back seat so our d...iscussion was guarded. “Little pitchers have big ears” my mother used to say when she and my Dad were having “discussions.”The next few days after were arrived there was a lot of silence around the house. About a week she said the Dreaded Words: “We have to talk.” She said “Yes, I want a divorce. I have a lawyer and he wants to talk to both of us.” I. I am not going to do this again. (I didn’t zip my pant).Mom:- First zip your pant, and then talk to me.Mom brought a broom and started beating me furiously. She didn’t give me chance to utter a word. After that, she didn’t talk to me for the whole day. Even I didn’t eat food that day.The next day in the morning,Mom:- Rahul, open the door. I want to talk to you.Me:- First promise me that you won’t beat me again.Mom:- No, I am not going to beat you.I opened the door. She came and sat on my bed.. Business was booming. “You heave me, Salome.”I squirmed. “I'm not.”She arched an eyebrow. “You're not too old to spank. You have this weekend to sort it out, then your back to school. No daughter of mine is flunking out.”She slammed my door behind me.I glanced at the clock. I should be getting ready to go. Paloma would meet me out front and we'd walk to college together when the weather was good, or get a ride from one of our parents when it was bad. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the. ”“Thanks, Toby.”She repressed the urge to take his hand and squeeze it. He would be embarrassed at any public show of affection even a little one like that.Danny did come to talk to her as she waited in the queue at break.“Keep my place,” she ordered her friends and moved away with Danny. He was looking very contrite.“I’m sorry about how I behaved on Friday,” he said quietly. “It was totally out of order. Will you forgive me? Please?”“Yes, Danny but I think it would be better if we didn’t make.