"How?" I ask.
She says, "I know everything."
I ask her how things are, and when she says they could be better, I ask if she wants to come home. We talk about our two little nephews that are driving her crazy there. She says she went to the fortune teller and I should watch out for stairs and cars. Just for this month and next, she says. Of course I imagine falling down the outside steps into traffic. She says something about babies. She says, "when I come home."
She says she knew about the water because she is always watching. I imagine her searching the internet for the things that are affecting me here.