11.13.18

I was in an Uber. Maga was in between the changing of the guard. We both had two extra pairs of ears potentially listening to our exchange. She was frazzled while waiting for her youngest son to arrive from the airport. I attempted to calm her, but she wasn’t having it. My ride arrived the bar and my one trivia teammate dashed inside (we were late) while I stayed outside checking to make sure she would be okay. Both her daytime caregiver and I explained that Uncle T’s plane had just landed so it would be some time before he arrived at her place, but he’d probably call her soon to check in, so she should sit and relax. She wasn’t having it.

The conversation was short, fraught, and in the middle of a dozen things happening, but sometimes, that’s life.

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