Scene is Moline. Retirement condo community 39 condos like houses along a cul-de-sac street agent to woods. Deer come and go. It snows. You waddle out to the mail box and lift up the red lever for outgoing mail. Good ol’ Ma at 85 is failing, living alone with dog Andy. Independent as a hog on ice. My brother and I are there for the hospice end, hell I’ve been there for three months. “Come in here Dog and touch her arm,” says my brother. OK, call hospice not 911 like instructed. “Pass that 1.75 Kettle One in my direction Brother. Hours go by and the bottle drains. “Shame to waste this liquid morphine,” I say. “Shame,” says my brother. Well it’s liquid let’s pour a couple of shots and see. 5 police cars, 3 ambulances, and 1 lone fire truck. There on 1st St Court.