I phoned Mom’s old neighbor in Tampa to keep her updated. We reminisced about how smart and funny Mom is, which was great. Then she shared a new story that Pat and Leon hadn’t.
Mom had been diagnosed with dementia, but only the two of them knew and she was still driving. She came out of Walmart and couldn’t get her (in good working order Hyundai) car to start. She encountered a few gentlemen who agreed they would all go back to Mom’s townhouse to get her debit and credit cards (probably already in her purse so dementia helped a bit that afternoon), and then hit the banks to get the money for the “easy” repairs they were willing to make.
Fortunately Leon met the four of them at the door with his customary “What the hell, Pat?” and sent the guys packing before they committed any number of felonies. Nice job, Leon! That was a close one.