She took my hands in hers. "Maybe I expect too much of you," she whispered. "You've been the rock around here ever since your father passed. We need you. Teri's having a difficult time. The last thing I need is to worry about you. Please don't drive if you're drinking. Give me a call, or call Teri. We'll come get you. Try not to have too much to drink. It's not good for you."

I sighed. "Mom, don't worry. I've been drunk twice in my life. I don't drink a lot. I'm not going to start. I'll keep it under control, OK?"

She nodded, but I still saw the concern....