“Now that,” Meg thought as she wended her way back to the Great Room, for once oblivious to the magnificent forest views flanking her almost every step of the way, “was a fantastic way to spend a Friday afternoon.”
She found Lucy standing atop one of the long tables they used for crafts, hanging Valentine’s Day decorations from hooks embedded in the ceiling’s coffered tiles.
“Don’t tell me you were with Sadie all afternoon.” Lucy was smiling, but not warmly. “I thought you’d be back in time to help bring folks home from bingo.”
“Sorry. We were just having such a great talk that I lost all track of time.”
“Well, it will please her daughter.” She stepped back to examine her handiwork. Satisfied, she eased herself down to the floor. “Sadie has long-term-care insurance, but Dana’s the one calling the shots on where it’s spent. I’ll email her about all the time you’re spending with her mother. She’ll like that.”
“What I can’t figure out,” Meg said, “is why she wouldn’t kill to spend time with Sadie. She’s fascinating!”
“It’s tough to understand, all right. But maybe Dana’s one of those ‘forever young’ kids—doesn’t have a clue that she’ll be in the same position one day herself, if she lives long enough. Or maybe she knows and doesn’t want the reminder.”
Lucy gathered up her leftover decorations and tossed them in a plastic tub. “But like I said, even though she’s one of the worst I’ve seen, it happens all the time. You’ll never see a busier bunch than the kids of parents in nursing homes.”
--From The Song of Sadie Sparrow, page 75
She found Lucy standing atop one of the long tables they used for crafts, hanging Valentine’s Day decorations from hooks embedded in the ceiling’s coffered tiles.
“Don’t tell me you were with Sadie all afternoon.” Lucy was smiling, but not warmly. “I thought you’d be back in time to help bring folks home from bingo.”
“Sorry. We were just having such a great talk that I lost all track of time.”
“Well, it will please her daughter.” She stepped back to examine her handiwork. Satisfied, she eased herself down to the floor. “Sadie has long-term-care insurance, but Dana’s the one calling the shots on where it’s spent. I’ll email her about all the time you’re spending with her mother. She’ll like that.”
“What I can’t figure out,” Meg said, “is why she wouldn’t kill to spend time with Sadie. She’s fascinating!”
“It’s tough to understand, all right. But maybe Dana’s one of those ‘forever young’ kids—doesn’t have a clue that she’ll be in the same position one day herself, if she lives long enough. Or maybe she knows and doesn’t want the reminder.”
Lucy gathered up her leftover decorations and tossed them in a plastic tub. “But like I said, even though she’s one of the worst I’ve seen, it happens all the time. You’ll never see a busier bunch than the kids of parents in nursing homes.”
--From The Song of Sadie Sparrow, page 75
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