“No.”

“Then we eat first and you talk after.”

I told her all of it — the parking garage, the two watches, the list, Cottonwood Ridge, the notebook with Doug in it. She listened the way she listens, which is completely, and she told me four practical things about memory care that were worth more than the entire six hundred dollars an hour I’d spent that month.

And then, because I am occasionally capable of noticing things, I asked about her.

“How’s the house?”

Rosa turned her coffee cup around on the saucer.