Found and lost

Just about ten minutes after my mom happily smiled for this photo with some new treasures in hand, she turned away from me and said she was going. "Where?" I asked. She started walking toward the road that leads into the park. I didn't understand her answer, but intercepted her and said  we were going back to the car so I could take her home. She said no, she didn't want to, that she and Denise weren't doing that. Not in my best improv trouble-shooting mode, I told her that I was Denise and gave her a hug, telling her she had to stay with me, but she kept trying to get away, saying, "No, I don't want to."

Somehow it passed. Distraction. The dogs. We made it.