Love Isn’t Rent
The memory care wing is at the back, past a courtyard.
A nurse named Doreen walked me down and gave me the briefing on the way, and gave it well: Lorraine is in the late-middle stage, she’s ambulatory, she’s verbal but not oriented, she doesn’t retain, she’s generally content, don’t correct her, follow her lead.
“Is she — ” I stopped.
“Is she difficult?”
Doreen laughed.
“Lorraine?