The first thing she said to me was "Sophie died." Sophie was their Westie. She hasn't been well for quite some time. She'd lost most of her body hair because of a skin disease which made her look a lot like a dog troll. She was nice, but there are times when you need to bite that expensive Vet bullet.
And without pausing she continued "and we took Megan down to rehab yesterday."
My sister and brother-in-law have 2 children, Little Joe (yeah, really) and Megan. A number of years ago Megan was in an automobile accident and, as a result, became addicted to prescription meds. So, I responded by saying "Oh, prescription meds?" And my sister says "no, the really bad stuff. The stuff with needles."
Anyway, I did make some sort of dark joke about it and laughed. My sister didn't like that. She said, "it isn't funny." But it is. Their complacency created the atmosphere. There's a price to pay for everything. I was actually more sad to hear that Sophie had died. I really liked that ugly, little dog.