The Marguerite Chronicles, August 22, 2016, 7:29 AM:
Mama’s voice came from the dining room.
“Somebody come help me!”
I ran towards the voice and nearly tripped over her. She was on the floor with her head pointing north – her walker was cattywampus, on the floor, heading east, a dining room chair was turned over, pointing west.
Once we determined that she was fine, I had two questions: how’d she do it, and why’d she do it??