"I believe Helen is stealing from my purse," mom told me. "I've had ones and fives come up missing."
[insert various other paranoid schizophrenic ramblings]
"Helen wouldn't steal from you, mom," I said steadfastly.
"How much money was it?" I asked.
"$25 dollars," she replied. "I'm hiding my purse from now on."
I thought long and hard on the drive back to my house. In the not too distant past, I would have been the one blamed for this transgression. Mom is notoriously sloppy with the way she handles money and probably just forgot where she put it.