...drive..?

Me:  Why don’t you drive?

Mother:  It’s a long way

Me:  Maaa, it’s 3 and a half hours…you drive further to Christine’s.

Mother:  But I know the way there

Me:  You didn’t the first time…

Mother:  But it’s, well I, …it’s alright for you

Me:  How?  How is me driving any different from you?

Mother:  It doesn’t bother you.

Me:   Exactly.  It’s all in the mind.

Mother:  Well my mind is bothered. 

Me: What’s the worse that can happen?

Mother:  Oh, I know…I just, it’s just….

Me:  You’re gonna get the train aren’t you?

Mother:  …I…..

Me:  Mum?

Mother:  Yes.  I’m going to get the train.