Mom came out of her room at 4 pm. She smiled, but her eyes were reddish. I offered to make her coffee or tea, but she declined, saying she'd drink later when Agnes showed up. I was dying to know what she chose, but hesitated to ask.

She sat quietly by me for several minutes and then asked, "Jerry, what do YOU think I should do?"

"Mom, I cannot think for you, but knowing you still wish to see both of us around, there are only 2 options. Either you tell Agnes and me to stop seeing each other, or... as you mentioned to me before, you wished she'd have...