Already she's planning ways to please the old women. She'd even polish and cook. It's not a good time to meet her. Not in hospital. Helen smiles, quarter satisfied.
Swings open a door.
Helena blinded by the sun, gleaming on a bare polished floor. She steps within. The bed made, sheets clean, the pillows uncreased. Margaret's in heaven. Helena picks up small picture of Margaret and Ambrose as children dressed up.