My former mother-in-law so loved her sons. She had pet names for each of them, by which she still referred to them even when they were adults in professional careers. There was The Smart One, The Handsome One, The Strong One, The Creative One. The perfect quadrumvirate, “the boys.” They adored her.
Her husband called her mother, as if he were a son in an incestuous affair. And he did adore her, too.
They adored her so much, that they kept her all to themselves. Driving, this she was not allowed to do. A mandate of the father, uncontested by the boys. Walking out on their country road, this her husband eventually granted, as it made her slimmer and better to look at.
One day, she sighed, and left the house, telling her husband she was going for a walk.
It was a bright day, sunny, spring and warm. Unwitnessed, she walked into the path of an oncoming car.