Mom and I were sitting at a red light in my car a moment ago. Mom reaches into her purse to pull out three Xanax and pops them in her mouth.
"Is my driving making you nervous?" I asked truly concerned.
"No," mom said putting her hand to her forehead. "I've got to go see mother when you drive me home."
I smiled. My grandmother is a hellion. Two of her children aren't speaking to her right now. The one in town needs to pop pills to go see her.
"Do you want me to go with you?" I asked.
"I think I am going to call her and tell her I have a stomach virus," mom replied.
Mom is still sitting in my den and watching TV as Maggie sits by her side. As the day grows shorter, there is less of a chance she will visit the nursing home.