FreeWill - Scene

The sun has just set behind the trees. A few streaks of clouds are glowing pink in its wake. To the west, in front of the trees, is a field of grass, waist high with red on the tips of each blade. East is a field of purple lupine bloomed to perfection. Behind is a gentle hillside with scattered shrubbery and ground still green from spring rains.

I'm at the edge of the fields sitting on a piece of red farm machinery talking to my sister on a cell phone. We're discussing how to go about putting our mother in a nursing home. How do we tell her? My sister says she'll be volatile and scream at people. I say 'no'. She'll be devastated. She'll weep. She may try to kill herself. In my head I play the cheesy jokes I've seen on shows like the Simpsons about telling grandpa we're taking him on a fun outing and instead dropping him at a nursing home. They're suddenly incredibly real and incredibly not funny.