She holds up the faded turtleneck and I already know the answer. “I’m going to keep this one,” she announces, glancing over at me with a knowing grin, anticipating my protest. She loves that turtleneck. I think it’s awful. But, I spare us both my opinion and continue rocking in the oak chair that has held generations of my family. My mom had requested my help to pare down the contents of her closet in anticipation of my parents downsizing to a smaller home soon. Given all the sorting ahead of us, it is best if I save my strong opinions for when they actually might be helpful and not just serve as critique of her fashion sense.