Terry glanced over at the girl sitting in what had to be a less-than-comfortable chair in the waiting room and smiled.<br/><br/>"My mother's name was Rose.  And quite naturally, she was proud of her rose garden.  She was a high school music teacher who tried to turn me into a musician.  But I was too much of a tomboy when I was growing up.  I preferred to slip out to the ball park for a game of softball or football than sit in front of the piano or learn the violin.  And by the time I began to appreciate music the way she did, she was dying.  So the rose is to remember her."<br/><br/>Turning towards Noel, she asked "If I sit in the chair, how are you going to reach my lower back?"