I ate breakfast with George and Mrs. Florene this morning. At one point, Mrs. Florene pulled me to the side.
"Have you found a treatment center?" she asked.
"I found one in Mississippi that was free, but you have to work in their thrift store."
"What's the problem?" she then asked me.
"It is faith based," I replied. "You and I both know George's opinion on religion. I don't think George would go and it is a nine month program."
Mrs. Florene looked so despondent. I assured her we will eventually find something.