After Dad leaves, Mother starts watching Yogi Bear and drinking mint juleps.

“I wish I could have married Yogi,” she says. “Yogi has true spunk. He’s true to himself, to Boo-Boo.”

 I try to find old Mother, adept at dirty jokes, who told me to kick life in the balls. Defended me against Dad, who branded me effeminate.

She loses teaching jobs. Dad takes on new girlfriends.

Mother disappears into Jellystone.

I hide booze. Smash the TV.

Strip Dad’s fridge, meatloaf, TV dinners. I snatch condoms, pictures of new girlfriends. Bring them to Mother in a picnic basket.

Mother smiles.