Higgins came out of room four with a chart under his arm.

“The board called me twice this morning.

I told them the order is the order.”

The administrator folded her memo.

“We’ll need a copy for our records.”

“Already sent,” Diane said.

Inside room four, a nurse was taping a photograph of our old golden retriever to the bed rail.

Rosalie’s breathing tube had been swapped for a lighter mask.