Gemotions

From the moment she stepped inside, Carol began to rearrange everything. "Honestly, Mom," she said, picking up a framed photograph and tilting her head, "This needs a better location. The lighting is all wrong." She'd been gone for five years, and she was *back*.

Her mother, Margaret, was in the garden, and Carol found her there, weeding. "Let me show you," Carol said, taking the trowel from her mother's hand. She surveyed the garden with an air of professional expertise, before suggesting a complete overhaul.

At the dinner table, she was quick to comment on the lack of proper stemware. "You really should invest in some quality glassware," she advised, pushing her water glass to one side. The meal was simple, but Carol had ideas about improving the menu, and she was going to share them.

The next day, she called a contractor. "You'll be delighted," she assured her mother.