ME: You were always a good cook, Mom. I always loved your Chicken Cacciatore.
BEA: Who taught you to cook?
ME: My mother.
BEA: Does she live close to you?
ME: No, she lives far, far, away. I really miss her. Who taught you to cook?
BEA: My mother. She taught me everything.............Oh no.,....Oh..
I can't remember if my mother is dead or not.