I’ve walked into enough facilities in my career to know the difference within about eleven seconds of the front door — you can smell it, you can hear it in how the staff talk to each other, and Cadence Hill is a good one.

Four thousand a month buys a good one.

I signed in as a family member, which is a thing I had to think about before I wrote it.

The woman at the desk found Lorraine Vance in the system and looked up with a completely uncomplicated smile.

“Oh, you must be family,” she said.

“You’ve got the face.”