What’s wrong?” Sherri smiled at the incredulity in her best friend’s voice. She knew that calling Renee at any time past ten p.m. Eastern Standard Time usually meant that there was a problem. And no matter that her former high school home girl lived in Vegas. Sherri knew she could call her at any time. “Everything’s fine, Nay. I just couldn’t sleep. Randall’s home and I didn’t want to wake him. So I’m here in the kitchen, eating popcorn and talking to you.” “Your mom’s okay?” “There haven’t been any more episodes lately. But I still worry; her in Raleigh, with no immediate family nearby. That’s part of what keeps me up at night.” “I feel you, Sherri. I’d probably be walking the floors myself. Have the doctors discovered what’s going on with her?” “No. They’ve run a battery of tests but still can’t conclusively say whether it’s dementia caused by Alzheimer’s disease or something else.” “What is Randall saying?” Sherri sighed. “He’s been so busy.
