I'm in T.J. Maxx (again) so that my mother can return a pair of socks (the woman will return anything, and I do mean anything...lipstick anyone?).
We've just finished picking up her methadone prescription.
As she picks up a crystal frog, she tells me disinterestedly, "Oh, guess who's back in jail."
"Umm...I don't know," I say.
"I know. It could be anyone, couldn't it?" she goes on, turning the frog over.
"Your cousin Greg. He knifed someone. Could be prison this time. Now really, who's going to pay 15 dollars for a crystal frog?"
She puts the frog down.