The bad copy just gets worse.

Mom's card was declined at the dentist the other day, so she's been giving Good Sister grief via email. I must say GS is handling it superbly, but it isn't right that she needs to. Mom was under the impression that she still had access to cash from that damn reverse mortgage. Her guardian has done what he's supposed to do and locked down her accounts.

Mom keeps calling us three sisters monsters. Mom's guardian has an Irish name, and Mom says he's Catholic, but I don't believe most of what she says anymore. Regardless, she went on a little anti-Catholic rant. There are only two ways Mom can stop being hateful trash now:

1. Complete mental incapacity, which is what I'd bet on in the long term.
2. Death, which is certain, and will bring relief and demobilization to the United Sister Front.

It's funny how part of me hasn't quite accepted that she's never really coming back, not even for a little while. I've tried calling her for the last two or three weekends, and I've been glad when she didn't pick up the phone.