Mom woke from a nap and asked Rhiannon and me, “Have you seen Rico?”
My daughter and I had never heard of him but mom is 92 and her mind has become like a kaleidoscope of the last nine decades, randomly clicking memories into focus that become her current reality.
“No, I haven’t seen him, who is he?”
“He was my old boyfriend. He was here earlier. I think he’s upstairs now with Savannah. I think she stole him from me.”