“It’s because your Dad is being an asshole,” Mom says. She takes a sip of her daiquiri and then drops it back down on the table across from you. A little bit spills up over the side and lands on the paper placemat that’s been set out for the lunch crowds. You watch it melt down from a pink glob of ice into a wet circle underneath the “W” in the “Broadway’s” logo. “He misses two months of the support he’s supposed to be giving me and then has the nerve to ask if we can…