That included casual clothes, good walking shoes, Sushi’s bed and food, plus the hats and wardrobe for the play. But also, most crucially, our medications. Yes, we were a pill-happy little group—lithium for Mother’s bipolar disorder, Prozac for my depression, and insulin for Sushi’s diabetes (well, a shot in her case). Old York was sixty miles away, so I didn’t relish driving home and back except for an emergency. Mother had on another Breckenridge slacks outfit (green) and I was in a crisp white blouse and, taking a breather from jeans, a khaki-colored skirt with zipper pockets, and leopard-print Sam Edelman shoes. Around noon, we bid good-bye to Serenity so we could say hello to Great Britain, or anyway a reasonable facsimile. I was once again behind the wheel, Mother beside me, and Sushi in her foam bed in back, the Three Musketeers headed west, all for Mother, Mother for all. To keep my stress level down, and prevent Mother from jabbering all the way, I put on a CD collection of old forties and fifties radio shows that we both enjoyed—Bob and Ray, Fibber McGee and Molly, The Great Gildersleeve.
