Nine days, pneumonia.” She reached over to the windowsill where her pill bottle sat and slipped it into her apron pocket without looking.

“You had to lift me into the van.

I couldn’t stand a seat belt across my chest.”

“That was in November.”

“November, yes.” She held my eyes a second longer than she needed to.

I checked my watch, hated the habit, and did it anyway.

“Ray told me it’s Monday,” she said.

“Told you what?”