Chapter 4 - Another Beer?

Don't think of GL's mom as mentally disturbed.  Think of her instead as prophetically gifted.

“Careful now.  You're talking to a woman who is deep into her fifth decade here.  I better not be considered part of this so called old group you so casually insult.”  She slides the beer back and forth between her hands.  “Wasn't too long ago your little baby chubby cheeks would have thought someone your current age was but days from death.  The median just keeps moving but the message is always the same, isn't it?  I'm never going to die because when I go the world goes with me, doesn't it?  And why not?  The world is you, is me, is all of us wrapped in our own self constructed pockets and tied off at the top with purse strings made from the thread of our egos - never to see the light of anyone else's day.”
You watch her beer bottle teeter precariously on its rounded bottom, buffeted by your mother's whim and gravity.  “Are you gonna want another one?  I'm headed on down.”

 It feels like halfway already.