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need help.  We will have your back, since your asshole husband cut you loose," Dad says angrily.
    "Dad...  Dad...  Please keep your voice down...” I say through my firmly clenched jaw.
    "Well, he makes me mad, just like those fools in Washington.  The damn government certainly isn't doing anything for any of us these days, now is it?  I went to the pharmacy the other day and found out that half the prescriptions I get every month are no longer covered.  This whole world is going to Hell in a hand basket, if you ask me!"  Dad says all of this with sparks flying from his eyes.
    "John!  John!  Take it down a notch!" Mom screams as she closes the refrigerator door with her hip and carries more punch to the breakfast bar.
    "Do you know that they supply Viagra to prisoners and they won't pay for mine?  How much could that damn little blue pill cost?"
    "John!" Mom screams her interjection as she nearly drops her hand full of punch.
    "Dad!  I didn't need to hear that!" I say as my hands nearly slap my own face with disgust.
    "What?  Your Mom certainly doesn't complain!  But, I'm not going to spend 42 dollars to get it up whenever I damn well please!”
     "DADDDDD!!!!  PLEASE!  MY GOD!" I yell through my mortification.
    "JOHN -- STOP THIS TALK RIGHT NOW!!!" Mom screams across the kitchen again, but this time the whole room seems to stop on a dime.
    Well, isn't this just a dandy holiday?  Now, Dad has told everyone that he takes Viagra to keep Mom happy.  Simply perfect.  Just when I think it can't get worse, it does.
    "John!  My goodness...Viagra?" shouts Aunt Lucy from across the family room.  All the jibber-jabbering among the white-haired crowd stops, and my crazy psychotherapist aunt is going into group therapy mode.  "John?  Marcy?  Do you two want to talk this out?  This is obviously a source of shame for both of you," she says as she walks closer to us and the crowd in the family room watches her like a street performer.  "I am here to tell you there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with wanting SEX...no matter HOW old you are.  You should NOT feel shame Marcy!
    Oh God, it just doesn't stop.  I feel my lower lip drop and I hear at least two gasps from across the room.  I spot my cousin Louie in the corner near the fireplace trying to cover his obvious laughter.  My poor mom has disdain written all over her.  She knows as well as I do, that her sister is LOVING every minute of this charade.  I smell a fight, and I can't help but go into rescue mode.
    "Okay!  Okay!"  I say with nervous laughter, hoping to stop the train wreck unfolding before me.  "This is all a big misunderstanding.  Dad was just joking.  Right Dad?" I flip my bang out of my eye and look at him with a raised brow.
    The room is so still that I can hear Dad's gulp as he tries to compose himself.  Little do I know he was using his few seconds of silence to power up like a fighter for his next knockout punch.
    "Oh, Lucy you are just jealous you aren't getting any!  You've been divorced so many times -- there's got to be a reason for it, right?”
    Mom gasps, and Grandpa Charlie reaches out for a chair to stabilize himself.
    "John!  How dare you?!?" Lucy screams with a tone I'd never heard from her before.
    "What?  You want to talk about...?”
    "Stop!  Stop!" I interrupt.  "Let's just all get another glass of punch and calm down.  It's Christmas, remember?  Let's all just enjoy the night," I say and sashay off toward Dad and Mom, hooking each of their arms in mine and dragging them into the bedroom behind closed doors.
    "Jillian!" Mom shrieks.  "What are you doing?!"
    Me?  I wonder if they have truly lost their minds.  Here I am, trying to sign a peace treaty in a time of holiday war, and they're asking me what I am doing?  It's not fair.  Why do I have to be the adult here?  This is getting embarrassing.
    "Both of you are acting like children!" I say through gritted teeth.
    There’s a stunned silence and I look down.