TASK DEFINITION: Write the right answer to the question based on the context passage.
PROBLEM: As Julie kept asking question after question, all I could think of was how desperately I needed a normal, healthy relationship. As far as most of my relationships went, mine with Julie was great. But it was great in all the wrong places. There really wasn't much more to it than sex. Even though it was a mind-numbing, bathe-in-gasoline-to-slough-the-shame-from-my-soul kind of sex, it didn't matter. At the end of the day we were just objects to each other. We couldn't talk about anything else. We'd tried before, but it had usually led to an afternoon of power-fucking in every changing room on Rodeo Drive. It was a fun ride, but nothing more. And like every great ride, Julie was beautiful, fast, and could turn on a dime in the blink of an eye.
"I don't understand, Dingo." I couldn't tell if it was the 12 stitches over my eye giving me the headache or Julie's prattling. I bit off a stretch of red tape and put it over the empty socket where my taillight should have been while I balanced the phone between my shoulder and swollen cheek.
"Julie, I told you. Darby took the box."
"I get that, but--."
"The box my dad hand-carved just before he died." I could feel the two edges of skin stitched together pull at each other every time my jaw moved.
"Yes, yes, and the box protects your family's dirty little secret or your mother's pride and joy or whatever the hell it is you're calling it this week."
"Hey, I told you not to go digging--. "
"I don't care what it is, Dingo! I couldn't give a shit about that damn box or what's inside. The only thing I want to know is what the fuck your ex-wife was doing there."
So there it was. And I thought she was jealous just because somebody else got to beat the living crap out of me for a change. "Julie, I didn't even know she was in town until after I was in the hospital." Question: Who took the box?

SOLUTION: Darby

PROBLEM: Jenny turned her nose up at me as I sat down, sniffing loudly and filling her nostrils with the strong alcohol stink I was emitting. "So have you been drinking already this morning, or are you just still drunk from last night?"
"A little of both," I said.
She peered at me disapprovingly over her iced latte. We were sitting at a table in front of a strip mall coffee shop. Jenny was wearing huge gold-rimmed sunglasses and had a decent collection of shopping bags gathered at her feet.
"Busy afternoon?" I asked.
"Just picking up a few things for Mexico. We leave tomorrow morning."
My attention was drawn away by a group of men in black jumpsuits standing around in the parking lot next to a white van with the red Asterion logo painted on its side. It was hard to tell, but I thought one of them was the same guy I'd seen on the Light Rail a couple days before, the one who'd been reading the paper.
Jenny seemed to notice my distraction and followed my gaze. "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just those Asterion guys seem to be everywhere now. I guess business must be booming."
"Yeah, we hired them last month to archive our old financial records," Jenny replied. "They came in and hauled everything away, I was so happy to get all that empty space back. Of course it doesn't really matter now, since I'm going to have to find a new job when I get back from the honeymoon.
"Anyways, I'm rambling," she admitted good-naturedly. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"
"I wanted to ask you about someone I met last night."
She bared her teeth ecstatically in a knowing grin. "Really? A woman, I presume."
"Settle down, it's not like that. She's just a girl who said she can help introduce me to Dylan Maxwell."
"Was it Natalie?" she asked.
"I don't know. She was wearing a motley dress and a black veil."
"Yep, that's Natalie," Jenny confirmed. Question: Who is 'we'?

SOLUTION: Jenny's company.

PROBLEM: To be honest, people don't usually ask me this.
Instead, they want to know things like "How do I keep my mother from falling?" or "What should I do? My grandfather's been falling."
After all, falls are a scary thing. Most people know that falls are dangerous for older adults.
The Center for Disease Control (CDC) reports that one in five falls causes a serious injury such as a broken bone or head injury. Fear of falling can also seriously affect an aging adult's quality of life and sadly, can keep a person from being active and thriving.
So, many seniors and family caregivers are interested in fall prevention because the risks are so great. And the good news is that although it's not possible to prevent all falls, it almost always IS possible to take actions that will reduce the chance of a bad fall.
If you want to learn more, you're in the right place.
In this post, I'll cover:
* How understanding why aging adults fall can help you keep an older parent — or yourself — safer,
* Why personalized fall prevention plans work better than relying on general fall prevention tips,
* The four-step process I use to help older adults prevent falls,
* A practical example showing you how to use these steps to avoid falls yourself.
First, understand why older people fall
There are many reasons that aging adults fall. Most older people will be falling due to their own unique combination of reasons.
So how, exactly, should YOU go about reducing fall risk?
Now, you can — and should — try to implement the general tips that are often listed in most fall prevention resources: exercise, medication review with the doctor, vision checks, and home safety reviews.
But if you really want to help an older loved one avoid falls, I recommend you learn to better understand why he or she, in particular, might fall. Question: Who are some of the best resources an older person can talk to about ways to reduce fall risk?

SOLUTION:
loved ones and physicians

