They're allowed in the home during the day to visit residents. We've helped them to get where they're at. Personally, I'm very proud of this place. We're doing something that no one else will do. A walk down the halls Charles plays the piano like a man on fire.
Worn shoes stamp out a rhythm on the pedal.
He tells people he invented Motown. Even off tune, the piano belts out the chorus of an old church hymn, a bigger sound than the walls of the recreation room can contain. Another day, Charles sits by the door and apologizes for his weariness. He tells the story of a baby in an incubator. The baby's doing better he says, his brow still crinkled with worry.