“It was the middle of the night,
and Mom bolted out of the car and ran into the darkness.
‘You crazy bitch!’ Dad hollered. ‘Get
your goddamn ass back in this car!’
‘You make me, Mr. Tough Guy!’ she
screamed as she ran away.
Dad jerked the steering wheel to
one side and drove off the road into the desert after her. Lori, Brian, and I
braced one another with our arms, like we always did when Dad went on some wild
chase that we knew would get bumpy.
Dad stuck his head out the window
as he drove, hollering at Mom, calling her a ‘stupid whore’ and a ‘stinking
cunt’ and ordering her to get back into the car. Mom refused. She was ahead of
us, bobbing in and out of the desert brush. Since she never used curse words,
she was calling Dad names like ‘blanket-blank’ and ‘worthless drunk so-and-so’.
Dad stopped the car, then jammed down the accelerator and popped the clutch. We
shot forward toward Mom, who screamed and jumped out of the way. Dad turned
around and went for her again.
It was a moonless night, so we couldn’t see
Mom except when she ran into the beam of the headlights. She kept looking over
her shoulder, her eyes wide like a hunted animal’s. WE kids cried and begged
Dad to stop, but he ignored us. I was even more worried about the baby inside
Mom’s swollen belly than I was about her. The car bounced on holes and rocks,
brush scratching against its sides and dust coming through the open windows.
Finally, Dad cornered Mom against some rocks. I was afraid he might smush her
with car, but instead he got out and dragged her back, legs flailing, and threw
into the car. We banged back through the desert and onto the road. Everyone was
quiet except Mom, who was sobbing that she really did carry Lori for fourteen
months.
Mom and Dad made up the next day, and by late afternoon Mom
was cutting Dad’s hair in the living room of the apartment we’d rented in
Blythe. He’d taken off his shirt and was sitting backward on a chair with his
head bowed and his hair combed forward. Mom was snipping away while Dad pointed
out the parts that were still too long. When they were finished, Dad combed his
hair back and announced that Mom had done a helluva fine shearing job.” (43)
On page 43, Jeanette’s mother stops
the car and leaves it and starts running into the desert after arguing with
Jeanette’s father about how long she is pregnant with their new kid. As she
runs, Jeanette’s dad curses at her and tries to ram the car into her. After
cornering her against some rocks he gets out the car and drags her back in to
the car. The whole time, Jeanette’s father was drunk: “Dad, who had fixed someone’s
transmission earlier that day and used the money he’d made to buy a bottle of
tequila…” (42). This page also indicates that the children’s dad has gotten
drunk and driven crazily before: “Lori,
Brian, and I braced one another with our arms, like we always did when Dad went
on some wild chase that we know would get bumpy” (43). After this scene,
Jeanette writes that the two made up the next day when her dad was sober: “Mom
and Dad made up the next day and by late afternoon Mom was cutting Dad’s hair
in the living room apartment we’d rented in Blythe” (43).
This relates to the connotation I’ve
made for the title and how the metaphor seems to be referring to the Jeanette’s
family and how obvious their issues are, like her dad spending a lot of their
money on alcohol and getting drunk and putting the rest of them at risk by
doing things like driving unsafely, and how those issues are neglected and
never calmly talked about and attempted to be fixed. It just ends with
something like Jeanette’s mother doing what pleases her husband and doing
something for him after they “make up” like doing his hair or the kids just
agreeing with whatever he’s told them instead of forming their own opinion.
This scene also makes one wonder about the parents’ relationship with the
children. In the beginning of the book when Jeanette got badly burned from
cooking hot dogs unsupervised, Jeanette describes her mom as, “unnaturally
calm” (9-10) when she went to a neighbor to ask for help in bringing Jeanette
to the hospital. But when Jeanette’s dad called the kids freaks of nature because
she argued she stays pregnant longer than most women, Jeanette’s mother got so
upset she left the car. This suggests that Jeanette’s mother may have taken the
insult more to herself than her children and got upset because of that.
Word Count: 402
Word Count: 402
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