Can you start a fire?

Another resident was on my case when all I wanted to do was sit with Mosey for a bit and chat about the day's events.  She cornered me with her walker in my mom's room and said, "I bet you know how to start a fire...you look like you're up to no good."  

I volleyed back, "Well, I do know how to start a fire but why do you need one?"  

She replied, "Oh, I'm not telling you because you're up to something, I can tell."  

She didn't have her wig on which was a bit of a shock because she's nearly bald, making her look like a short, fat Scrooge.  I muscled my way out of the room and she followed me down the hall, making more accusations.  I figured she wasn't herself without the wig.

Mom is steady as ever, ignoring the chatter, drinking her milk and slowly reading cards from old friends and family.  That's her favorite pastime, to pore over cards and letters, savoring the window to a world that is elusive and shadowy at best.  She thanked me for my help and gave me a kindly smile.