Divorce! How can two people who supposedly love one another call it quits after seventeen years? A knot the size of a football fills my gut. I stare at my parents in disbelief. Your father and I think it might be better if you stay with your Aunt Sarah and Uncle Frank while we settle things," Mom adds. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Frank live in Montana. What's worse, I've only met them once. I don't know much about Montana, but I'm sure anyone who lives there uses outhouses. And I bet there aren't any malls or movie theaters. Dad says nothing. He stands there, eyes brimming with tears. This leads me to believe the divorce thing is Mom's idea. I scream nasty accusations, run from the room, and slam my bedroom door so hard that the Barbie dolls I have been collecting since I was three fall off the shelf above my bed.