Mom made a mad dash over to my house a moment ago.
"I can only stay ten minutes. Can I have one of those chocolate iced cupcakes I bought you?"
I laughed heartily and got Mom a cupcake and a paper towel.
Every Monday night is a meeting of elderly ladies at Julia's house. Mom is the youngest and could be the daughter of most of them. They talk and gossip and eat finger foods.
"All they talk about is that Catholic church," Mom told me with a smirk. "I really don't like going."
I, for one, am glad Mom has something to do every Monday night. She will fuss and complain, and then enjoy her time there, joining in on the gossip.