Not long ago, I took my mom to the hardware store. “I need some of those metal strap things that hold up pipes,” I said as she trailed after me, “and I think they’ll be in plumbing, right?” I looked over my shoulder to make sure she was with me and caught her giggling.
“I wouldn’t know where anything is in a store like this,” she said.
I squinted at her — I could feel my face doing some kind of Clint Eastwood thing. “That’s weird,” I said. “I could stay in here all day.”
