Love Isn’t Rent
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.”