Earlier this week, Mom took Lyn out to a very early dinner. They were at the restaurant by 4 pm and had not gone very far from home. When they got home, they gave me a call and we chatted for a bit. About an hour later, Mom wrote me saying:
You know how someone hugs themselves when cold? That's how she was sitting in her chair.
I asked if she was cold. No.
I asked if she was sad that she didn't talk to you. No.
I asked if she was tired. No.
Then it dawned on me. "Are you still a little anxious from being out after dark?" "Yes and I don't like it." The tears began. I got up and hugged her. I suggested she go take a bath since she's also tired. Forget about Wheel of Fortune.