1 0 : 1 5 P M NOT AS THEY SEEM Then as we passed a little bar in the East Village she said she wanted to stop in and have a drink. "OK," I said, grabbing her arm. "Stop right there, you! What have you done with my mom?!?" "Look, the last two times we got together," I explained, "you never want to do anything I do. You're always tired, you hate New York, it's so dirty and dangerous, everything in Winetka is so much better, I'm so tired, maybe I'll change my flight and leave early, blah blah blah. So what's up?" My mom didn't say anything then, she just gave me a long look. A long, peaceful, knowing look filled with something hard to describe but very real. "Lucy used to say the same thing when I visited her," she said. And that was it. The only time she mentioned my sister the whole weekend, and the only time she had to.