Verity liked it when George left her and Rhia to tend the shop alone while he ran his errands. Today was his trip to Gringotts, and of course, his daily stop at the café. This gave them a chance to chat and get to know each other better. They were sharing a laugh when the door chime announced the arrival of a new customer. Rhia stopped laughing, the smile quickly leaving her face as her oldest brother approached the display counter the two women were standing behind. He stared at her large stomach where Verity's hand rested.

"Rhiannon," he said brusquely. "We need to talk…about mam."

"What about Mam?"

"Mae hi'n preifat," he said, glancing at Verity. Verity exchanged a look with Rhia and removed her hand; despite not knowing Welsh, she instinctively knew that her presence was unwanted by the bad-tempered man. She made to move away.

"You don't have to leave, Verity. My brother won't stay long."

"Rhiannon –"

"What do you want, Gruffydd?"

As Verity stepped aside to straighten shelves, he met his sister's intense gaze with hesitation. "Mam wants to see you. She's been ill. She'll be at St. Mungo's on Friday, and she'd like you to be there with her. Can I tell her you'll meet her?"

"I'm not meeting her," she said with a twinge of sadness.

"Rhiannon, she's your mother."

"I know who she is. She should have thought of that when she threw me out."

"You don't care about her any longer?"

"That's not fair, Gruff. I do care, but I care about my own child more. I can't risk this baby to go back and forth with Mam. The stress of it –"

"Of what? Admitting you were wrong?"

"I was wrong? I wasn't wrong."

"You made a mistake."

"This pregnancy, my child is not a mistake. They're my –"

Rhia stopped speaking suddenly as an intense pain surged from inside her stomach. She put her hands there, biting her lower lip. Her breathing was becoming ragged while Gruffydd continued to argue with her, telling her all the reasons she needed to see her mother who was ill, and why wasn't she listening to him? He sounded as though he were speaking to her through a deep fog or from underwater. Her ears closed and the only thing she could hear clearly was the powerful pounding of her own heart. Her head throbbed as her eyes darkened, misting a bit from the pain.

Gruffydd stopped speaking when Rhia grabbed the counter with one hand, the other one still on her belly as she crumpled to her knees, knocking over the daydream charm display. The boxes thudded to the floor, one, two, three at a time, and finally Rhia cried out from the unbearable pain. She could feel her trousers becoming wet, and she didn't know what that could be, but she knew it wasn't good. She could hear Verity's scream as she approached and then her hand was on Rhia's shoulder.

"Rhiannon, are you all right?" She barely heard her brother's words as Verity helped her to lie down on the floor. She brushed Rhia's hair back away from her face, saying her name, asking if she were all right.

"George," she whispered in response.

"We can't wait for George. I'll leave a note for him. We'll floo to St. Mungo's. Rhiannon!" she called to her, trying to focus Rhia's attention on her voice. Rhia scarcely nodded her head as she squeezed her eyes closed. Verity rubbed her hand across Rhia's forehead and stood to face Rhia's ashen-faced brother. "Get out," she said, firmly.

"I can help," he insisted.

"You've done enough." Verity walked past him and held open the front door, waiting for him to leave. He looked over the counter at his panting, crying sister and for a moment was speechless.

"I'm sorry, Rhiannon." He turned and didn't look at Verity as he moved through the doorway. Verity closed the door loudly, using her wand to set the locking charms. She turned the sign to closed, and scribbled a note to George, sticking it to the counter with a charm. She struggled to help Rhia stand up and they made their way slowly to the stock room. Verity waved her wand and the hidden fireplace appeared. She and Rhia stepped in, and Verity spoke in a loud, clear voice.

"St. Mungo's Accident and Emergency Ward." With a whoosh of green flames, they were gone.

* *

After Gringotts, George was excited. At the end of this week would be Hogwarts' first Hogsmeade weekend, and he was setting up a temporary shop at Zonko's old place. He and Fred looked into buying it once, but that hadn't worked out at the time. It seemed like so long ago. No one had offered to buy it since, and George wasn't sure that he wanted to make it a second permanent location, but he liked the idea of leasing it for the Hogsmeade weekends so the students could catch up on their pranking. As he walked through the Alley, he thought about getting a coffee, but he got an uneasy feeling when he saw a group of kids standing outside his shop, but not going in. When he arrived, he saw the closed sign, and no indication of Verity or Rhiannon.

He moved through the small group, but before they could get excited, he announced, "Sorry, shop's closed today, but we'll be open early tomorrow." He waved to them as he entered and re-locked his front door, setting the wards in place.

"Verity. Rhia," he called. "Where are you?" He looked around and went behind the counter. He stopped when he saw the wet floor – clear mixed with red. Was that blood? A messy pile of daydream charm boxes were nearby, one soaking up the substance from the floor. He checked the till, but the money appeared to all be there. He had been afraid they were robbed. He slammed his hand on the counter, and from the corner of his eye saw the parchment flutter. He grabbed it and had to read it through twice before the words registered in his mind.

"We've gone to St. Mungo's. Hurry. Verity." He dropped the note and ran to the stockroom. The fireplace was still visible and he stepped in, throwing the powder as he went and crying out, "St. Mungo's."

He arrived, soot-covered, feeling his heart in his throat and staggered out of the public fireplace he'd landed in. He looked around, not moving so he could catch his breath and collect his bearings. He found the sign for the welcome witch and she directed him to the emergency ward. He was instructed to wait in their waiting area. Ms. Jones was being seen by a healer right now, he was told, and someone would be out to assist him shortly.

George sat there, heart beating wildly, puffs of air expelling from his nostrils, teeth clenched. He looked around at the others waiting. There was a witch crying on someone's shoulder, and a young child sleeping across his mother's lap. There was a wizard laughing and his teenage son crying. George felt lost and anxious, overwhelmed by the pessimistic turn his thoughts had taken.

His mind flashed back to their quiet morning, relaxing lazily in bed until he heard Verity moving around in the shop. He wondered if he should owl his mum. She'd help him through this. He looked around again. What was taking them so long? He leaned back in his seat, his head touching the cold stone wall behind him. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. He heard doors open and close. He heard footsteps shuffling through the waiting area. He heard murmurings of people speaking and some laughter mixed with tears. Shuffling footsteps stopped very close to him.

"George."

George took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking at the man before him. "Ian. Do you know anything? How is she? What happened?" He fired off his questions in rapid succession, not giving Ian a real chance to answer.

Ian's eyes darted to George's right. "What are you doing here?" George turned his head to see Rhia's brother, Celyn, standing behind a nearby chair.

"How's Rhiannon?"

"How do you know she's here?" Ian asked.

Celyn looked from Ian to George and then back again. "Gruffydd. He told me she was brought in."

"And how does he know?" George asked harshly.

Celyn swallowed, but only hesitated for a moment. "He was there."

George turned his back on Celyn and addressed Ian. "Can we go somewhere more private?" Ian nodded and began to lead him away.

"Wait, Ian. She's my sister. How is she?"

"I'm sorry, Celyn. "I'm not authorized to speak to you about her."

"But you're authorized to speak to him?"

"Yes. She's changed the emergency authorizations in her paperwork. I'm sorry."

George followed Ian through a series of doors until they came to another waiting area. When Verity saw George, she jumped up to hug him. Ian stepped aside for a moment to talk to another man and then they both approached George and Verity together.

"Is she all right?" George was chewing on his lip, trying his best to remain in control.

"She will be," the second man answered. "I'm Healer Denham. She's really had only a scare. There were some false labour pains, which is quite normal," he added quickly, seeing George's panic-stricken face. "They're perfectly normal," he reassured, touching George's arm, adding, "but combined with the stress of the argument –"

"Argument?" George interrupted, looking at Verity.

Verity nodded. "Her brother came by. I didn't hear it all, but it was about their mother."

George turned back to the Healer, who continued. "She needs to remain as stress-free as possible. I understand that her work requires her to stand for long periods of time. She really shouldn't work a full day for the remainder of the pregnancy."

"That won't be a problem," George said firmly, adding, "but you'll need to tell her that. She won't listen to me." Verity smiled.

"Everything else looks great. The babies are both a good size. They're growing very well, and Ms. Jones hasn't gained too much weight; well within the normal range. She's right where she's supposed to be. Stress is the real problem that needs to be addressed."

George nodded his head. "Can I see her?"

"Yes, but she'll sleep for another two hours. We've given her a potion to keep her asleep and lower her blood pressure. When she wakes up, we'll examine her again, and then she can go home. I will want to see her in two weeks."

"Okay. Can I sit with her until she wakes up?"

"Yes, of course. You can go in whenever you like." When the Healer left, George stood next to the door, and looked through the glass window. He saw her asleep each day, but lying in the hospital bed, she appeared different; so small and frail. He felt Verity's hand on his elbow, and he turned to face her.

"Thanks for getting her here, Verity. I probably won't open the shop tomorrow."

"I'll see if Ron can help so we can open," Verity volunteered, and George nodded. He hugged her and then quietly entered the room. It was completely still except for his footsteps and Rhia's soft breathing. When he reached the bed, he ran two fingers over her abdomen, and leaned his head close to her ear. He whispered things in her ear that he could never say aloud. She never let him. He kissed her ear and her cheek and her forehead. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it and then each of her fingers in turn. He rested his head on his hands, holding her hand and whispering his deep feelings as she lay there quietly sleeping.

He didn't know how long he sat like that. Neither of them moved, and George had finally stopped speaking. He was surprised to feel a hand on his shoulder, and was startled to see Charlie. "How are they?" his brother asked quietly.

George nodded his head. "She's just sleeping. The Healers say she'll be alright. The babies are fine; growing nicely. They gave her a potion. She can come home when she wakes up."

"Mum's outside the door." George looked at Charlie, who continued, "She thinks Rhia should stay at the Burrow."

George swallowed and amazed Charlie by not arguing. "She's probably right, but it'll be up to Rhia. We'll go back to the flat from here, and I'll ask her if she wants to stay there."

"Do you want a break?"

"No. I want to stay with her. I want to be here when she wakes up. Who else is here?"

"Everyone."

"Everyone?"

"We're Weasleys, George. You should know, though, her brother's also out there, and he won't leave. The Healer asked him to go, but he refused. Said he's waiting to see you."

"Which one?"

"She has more than one?" When George nodded, Charlie added, "He's the Quidditch player. I was at Hogwarts with him, I think."

George nodded. "I'll come out and see him in a minute." They both turned to Rhia as she began to stir. Charlie touched George's shoulder one more time and then slipped quietly out while George watched Rhia's face as her eyes began to flutter open and her breathing changed as wakefulness overtook her. He was smiling when she opened her eyes and she gave him a weak smile in reply. George could see realisation come over her as she remembered what happened. She tried to sit up, but George jumped to his feet, gently, but firmly pushing her shoulders back down to the bed.

"What happened? Are they all right?" She sounded panicked, and George was quick to reassure her as he sat beside her on the bed.

"The babies are fine. You're well. You need more rest, less work, no stress."

She laughed. "No stress? You're not serious?"

"Mum thinks you should live with her for a bit. Would you like some time in the country…with my mum?" He smirked at her. "No stress there."

"I love your mam."

"We all love my mum, but we don't live with her anymore. Um, the Healer will come in to check you over, and then we can go home. You can decide about the Burrow tomorrow."

"Are you leaving?"

"Only to tell the Healer you're awake and to speak with your brother."

"My brother? He's here?"

"Celyn's here," he responded, knowing from her voice that she thought it was Gruffydd. He kissed her head. "Do you want to see him?"

"No," she said quietly, shaking her head. He kissed her head again before heading back to the waiting area.

George closed the door, but stood at the window watching Rhia until his family gathered around him. He faced them, and he noticed Rhia's brother sitting alone, behind the crowd of redheads, watching and waiting for George. Sometimes, George thought that having a large family was a burden, but right now, it was a blessing; to have so much support when he truly needed them. He addressed his mum, explaining his plan to take Rhia home to the flat and then they would talk about going to the Burrow tomorrow. He agreed with his mum that it was a good idea. They talked, if you could call it talking, for a few moments more, his mother arguing over tonight's tea, but George insisted that he could manage, and he would tie Rhia to the sofa if need be. She finally relented, but it took Arthur, Bill and Charlie to convince her, and once Ron agreed to work at the shop tomorrow, Molly was finally placated.

He looked beyond his family group again and saw Celyn Jones staring at him, his look a mixture of anger and concern and, perhaps, envy watching the Weasleys say goodbye to George and leave. George finally made his way over to Rhia's brother.

"What do you want?" He was trying not to sound too harsh, but his mind had gone over to the mode of head of the family, like a long-maned lion protecting his pride. When he looked at Celyn, he didn't see a brother, concerned for his sister; he saw the other brother, Gruffydd, a predator preying on his family, and the time for bending to Gruffydd Jones' will was at an end.

"I'd like to see my sister. Please," he added. George shook his head before he spoke and Celyn reacted immediately. "She's my sister. I have every right –"

"No! No. You have no right to her. You lost your right when you abandoned her." Celyn glowered, but did nothing when George jabbed at his chest with a finger. George knew that most people were intimidated by Celyn's size. He was a broad burly Quidditch player, as tall as George, and he had no doubt that if Celyn really wanted to, he could lay George out easily.

"Your brother is the reason she's here. He throws her out like rubbish, and then he brings her back in just to throw her out again. I'll tell her you were here. She'll send you an owl." George turned, but paused, feeling the lion again. "Keep your brother away from my family." Celyn's expression changed, softened somewhat, the question coming to the forefront of his mind, and as he reached out his hand, grabbing George's elbow, he knew he would have to ask. George surprised him by spinning around to face him. Celyn was caught off guard with his speed, and he blurted the indelicate question out.

"Are you…are you the baby's father?"

George wrenched his arm from Celyn's grasp, remaining silent, and then stalked away, leaving Celyn alone and still wondering what the true answer was.

* *

The next morning was passing rather uneventfully. Rhia's bag was packed for her stay at the Burrow. She had reluctantly agreed to go there, but only after George agreed to stay with her the first night. She knew he was giving up important time for her, but she wanted him near her. He was trying to get things set up for Saturday's trip to Hogsmeade, and she was hoping that if she stayed off her feet and followed the Healers' admonishments, Mrs. Weasley might let her venture out to surprise George for lunch. She hadn't told George because he was becoming such a worrywart, and it all would depend on how she felt. She also thought that if she stayed away from her own family, her health would definitely improve. She had only eighteen weeks until the babies' due date. As it was, George "fired" her from the shop, but agreed to let her do his paperwork: a perfect solution for both of them. She could feel as though she was earning her paycheck, and he didn't have to do the paperwork that he loathed.

George and Rhia were sharing a laugh, lying on the sofa when they heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open. They waited a moment, and then they heard a knock on the wall, and Verity's voice called up. "George, I'm really sorry, but I need you in the shop. It shouldn't take long."

"Ron can't handle it?" he called back.

"No," she said, quietly.

George looked at Rhia, who shrugged her shoulders. She sat up and pushed him with her feet to get him moving off the sofa. He stopped to kiss her head, and he stopped again when she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her, so she could kiss him again. He laughed and trotted down the stairs. He stopped laughing when he saw Verity's face. "What's wrong?"

"You're not going to like it."

He stepped through the curtain, not bothering with his work robes, and stopped short on the other side as the scene unfolded before his eyes. Ron was behind the counter arguing with a customer, or so George thought at first. He soon realised that it was Rhia's oldest brother. George thought better than to approach him directly, so he joined Ron behind the counter, thinking that the buffer between them would be the best idea. He glared at Gruffydd as he asked in his most polite tone, "May I assist you?"

"I'd like to see Rhiannon."

"No." George admired his own restraint, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You don't have any right to keep me from my sister."

"Actually, as I explained to your brother yesterday, it is up to Rhia whom she chooses to see, and she has decided to put her pregnancy first."

"Are you suggesting that I can't see her until she has this baby?"

"I'm suggesting that you send her an owl, and wait for an answer. Actually, Gruffydd, I'll do you one better." He reached below the glass, and pulling out a quill and parchment, handing it to Rhia's brother. "Write her a note now, and I'll give it to her when I see her."

"How is she?" he asked quietly as he scribbled on the parchment. "I didn't mean for her to be hurt."

"You never do, do you?"

"Despite what she's done with her life, I still care about her."

"Why did you come here in the first place?"

Gruffydd raised his eyes to look at George's face. "My mother's ill. She wants to see Rhiannon before she goes to St. Mungo's on Friday." When George didn't respond, he continued, "She's having some tests done there. She's been confused lately. Well, you saw her at the Ministry Memorial in the summer. You didn't think that was her usual behaviour, did you?"

"No. I thought her usual behaviour was to throw her pregnant daughter out onto the street."

Gruffydd couldn't hold George's gaze for long after that, and handed him the folded parchment before leaving the shop.

* *

Rhia found Molly's doting to be a bit unnerving, but she behaved, and finally Arthur talked his wife into letting Rhia floo to the Hog's Head Inn, and from there she would be able to visit George. Ron and Verity would both be there assisting in the shop, so George would be able to get away, and Bill had offered to meet her at the Hog's Head and escort her around town until she met up with George. Fleur would travel with her, so all of their Ts were crossed, and Rhia was excitedly planning her time with George. She hadn't been able to see him in the last couple of days because of his work, but she was really looking forward to Saturday.

The next morning began sunless and windswept. Rhia felt like she was floating on air, she was so excited. Fleur was a bit late, but she'd had a bout of a stomach bug, and it seemed to Rhia that the bug was going to win. She leaned on Rhia to steady herself. When they were expelled from the Hog's Head fireplace, Bill was waiting for them. He greeted Rhia warmly as his lovely wife was sick all over the fireplace hearth. Bill whispered something in Rhia's ear, and her eyes widened. Bill put his fingers to his lips to shush her, and then he went to help his wife pick herself up off the floor. She smiled weakly at him as he waved his wand, cleaning the mess. Rhia waved and turned away after they had agreed on a time to meet back at the Inn, and the three of them went their separate ways.

It didn't take long for Rhia to find Zonko's old shop. It was bright with purple, gold and magenta streamers. She looked in the front window of this store. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Twin Shop (as George had named it) was jam-packed. The front window display had pygmy puffs on one side and daydream charms on the other. There were Whiz Bangs flying around inside (and outside) the shop, and they must have had samples of the joke sweets because every now and then a younger student (usually a third year) would burst into feathers and then moult. Everyone around that feathery person would jump back and there was a broom and dustpan floating around the shop sweeping up the falling feathers. Rhia smiled fondly, remembering the look on Gruffydd's face when she and Celyn gave him a canary cream. They had roared with laughter, but Gruffydd was not amused.

Finally, Rhia pushed open the door as a cackle and a wolf whistle announced her arrival. No one even turned around. She made her way to the counter, where George was putting money in an old-fashioned Muggle till. "Sorry, sir, but do you sell self-inking quills and how much are they?"

"They're three knuts a piece or two for five," He answered without looking up.

"I'll take two…hundred."

"Two hundred? Are you serious?" His eyes darted up and he smiled. "Of course, you're not serious."
"No," she said slyly, "it's a joke shop."

"What are you doing here?" He tried to look stern, trying to figure out how she had sneaked out on his mum, but he smiled instead, happy to see her here.

"I thought you might have time for lunch."

He looked at Ron apprehensively, but before the question could even be asked, he and Verity waved George away.

"I think I might have time for lunch," he said to her, taking her arm and escorting her from the busy shop. "Three Broomsticks?"

Rhia nodded and took his hand as they walked the short distance to the pub, and found a table in a dark corner. After ordering, George began to speak.

"How did you escape from Mum?"

"I didn't escape. She gave me leave for good behaviour."

"You didn't apparate, did you?"

"No, Mr. Concerned-About-the-Babies, I did not apparate. I floo-ed. Fleur came with, so she could meet up with a certain Hogwarts professor who shall remain nameless."

"I'll have you know that it's Mr. Concerned-About-the-Babies'-Mum as well. And, you had better not let Bill hear that Fleur's in town with another man." They both laughed, but George stifled hers with a deep pining kiss, tasting her for the first time in many days. It seemed much longer to both of them. "I've missed you. When do you think Mum will let you come home?"

"Perhaps next week, cariad." They ate their lunch in relative quiet, stealing glances at one another and smiling surreptitiously. She put her hand on George's cheek and for a moment, he thought she might say something important, but she just grinned and leaned over to kiss his face. "You should get back to the shop. Ron and Verity will think you've abandoned them for a few drinks."

"No. They know I've abandoned them for a merch clos."

Her face glowed as she looked at him. "Where did you learn that?"

"A little bird told me." He was more pleased when she leaned over to kiss him, her lips remaining against his for longer than usual.

When they arrived back at the shop, there were fewer customers. The students had started heading back to Hogwarts, and Verity had begun packing up some of their merchandise to return to Diagon Alley. Ron was helping a customer and George left Rhia to explain the decoy detonators to a fifth year who looked confused. They had apparently run out of Skiving Snackboxes and Verity had a long waiting list for those to send owl orders. Rhia beamed as George caught her eye. He sold the detonators, and came around from the counter and pulled her into his arms. "Tell Mum that I'll be by tomorrow, and I'll stay for tea."

"I don't know why, but I think she's expecting you to. She also wanted me to remind you about next month – that first Sunday. Charlie's coming in from the preserve, and I think…. Didn't your Dad mention that he wanted to celebrate your Mum's birthday that weekend?"

"Did he? Oh, that first Sunday is the first of November, isn't it?" Rhia nodded. "Yes, I think you're right. Mum's birthday is the 30th of October." They both turned towards the cackling as the front door opened. George had a smile for Bill and Fleur, but it immediately left his face as Rhia's brother followed them in, and approached Rhia. George stepped between them. "May I help you?"

"Cheers, but I came to see my sister. It's important, and I will try not to upset her." Celyn met George's glare with his own scowl. George turned to Rhia as she put a gentle hand on his arm.

"It's all right, cariad. It there an office or a quiet room?" George grudgingly nodded his head towards the back of the shop, but pulled Rhia closer to kiss her.

"It's all right, really," she said, before following her brother into the other room, leaving the door open.

"What do you want, Celyn?"

Celyn grabbed two chairs, and offered one to his sister. They both sat. He took her hands in his own. She bit her lip. It had been such a long time since she'd seen her brother. She repeated her question, and he looked into her eyes. "I want…I want to visit you. I want this baby to have an uncle."

"Babies," she corrected.

"Sorry?"

"Babies," she said, taking one of his hands and placing it on her round tummy. "Twins. I'm having two."

His eyes widened. "Sorry? Two, did you say? That's brilliant, Rhiannon." He rubbed his hand across her tummy, and his eyes began to moisten. "I miss you Rhiannon. Mum wants to see you. I know you won't come, and I understand, but there's something wrong with her. She's gone for testing at St. Mungo's yesterday, and the best they've found is that she's Confunded."

"Confunded?"

"Yes. It's as if she's been cursed with a Confundus charm, only it's natural. There doesn't seem to be anything they can do. Bloody useless Healers. She's keeping a journal. She misses you. I know you need less stress, but maybe, after the babies are born, you could come see her. Some days, she doesn't remember that you're pregnant; she thinks you're away at school. She asks when Dad's coming home from work. When's his next game? Other days, she thinks Death Eaters live in the attic. She floos Gruffydd at least once a day, complaining about some noise in the attic. He'll apparate over, and there's nothing there. There's no noise, there's no Death Eaters. Then she'll ask about Dad. It's been difficult on Catrin and Dai. I may actually move back to help them when the season ends. I just thought you should know. Can I owl you, Rhiannon?"

"Of course, Cel." He rose to go, and when she went to stand, he told her to stay sitting. "Cel, after all this rwtsh with mam, Gruffydd still believes her lies about me?"

"I think he's embarrassed by the way he's treated you. He's embarrassed that you have this stranger taking care of your needs instead of your family. He doesn't realise the truth about this George Weasley"

"And what's the truth about George Weasley?"

"Gruffydd didn't see him," he shrugged. "I saw him at St. Mungo's when you were unconscious. He's more than your boss. I know he's the father." Rhia's eyes widened, disconcerted. "I won't tell Gruff. That's up to you." He stepped towards the main shop, but returned to his sister, putting his arms around her back and bringing her into a hug. "I love you Rhiannon. You can always come to me. Trwy'r amser."

Glossary:Mam – mum, motherMae hi'n preifat – It's privateCariad – love, sweetheartMerch clos – pretty girlRwtsh – rubbish, nonsenseTrwy'r amser – Always

Author's Notes: I've explained Mrs. Jones' odd behaviour using a naturally occurring chemical imbalance that is similar to the Confundus charm. It is supposed to be similar to the Muggle condition of Alzheimer's Disease that many of us are all too familiar with. Many of the symptoms that Mrs. Jones went through are very similar to what my grandmother went through with Alzheimer's including calling family members and talking about the criminals living in the basement and general paranoid behaviour coupled with perfectly normal, coherent behaviour. It's sad for the whole family and often is the catalyst for many family rifts as is any debilitating illness.