Aunt Mary will use the knife, the fork, the spoon. She will remind Mom to chew. The sedative, the insulin will come on medication schedule. We take Dad back to the apartment for sandwiches, then slip back to see Mom. The light is out.
Mom is asleep.
Her room-mate smiles and watches. Across the hall, someone has been helped to sleep. The soiled linen carts are sealed. Another Alzheimer's patient glides past us in the hallway. We will come back.