"So", says Carl, turning to the rest of us. "You have met, sort of, our dear mother. What do you think?"
"Is she well?" Carol asks, drying her hands on a dish towel.
"Physically or mentally?" says Melissa.
"Both."
"Physically", says Carl, "I don't think there are any problems with her. As Aaron would say, she's built like three brick shit houses."
"I am convinced", says Melissa, "That Mom has an undiagnosed mental health disorder.
"Do you think she's trying to manipulate you?"
"That's all she's ever done", says Melissa. "I don't quite swallow her destitute story, but there is something going on and she could be headed for a breakdown so of course, we have to do the right thing."
"Yes, of course", says Carl, "Yes, of course."
"What about the other two who want to come with her?" say I.
"Trouble here, sports fans", says Carl, who breaks into a theatrical maniacal laughter. "Trouble here"
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