You feel that fury that has been ingrained into your being since you were younger take center stage. How could she show up now, and act like she's been the one running things since she left?

"Mom" you start. "What are you doing here?"

She looks at you, and you can't tell if she's upset, or if this is just how she looks. "A friend of your Grandmother's informed me that she's been missing her weekly Mahjong games. She seemed concerned, so I tried calling the home phone, then yours, and when no one picked up I decided to visit. Looks like my intuition was right."

"We don't need your help here," you firmly state. "We've been doing fine without you."

She raises one eyebrow. "Listen, I don't know if this is another temper tantrum or what, but obviously that's not the case. Your Grandmother's been swimming in a pool of filth for who knows how long. What were you even doing at that time?"

She begins to dial on her phone again.

"I have to go now. I'll stop by the doctor's to schedule the appointment..."

>>Wait!