Recently Evan had worked a miracle he was justly proud of. He’d found a way to convince Luke to spend time with his mother. The solution was a matter of simple math.
Having recovered from her heart attack, Ann had been moved back into the assisted-living wing of Myerson that served patients with dementia. On his visits to her, Evan had found her mood consistently cheery. She had a wardrobe of three brightly colored sweatsuits, which made it easier for the caregivers to dress her, and the patient delighted in mix-and-match. No one had ever explained to him why people in her condition are prone to shucking off their clothes at odd times. The benefits of easy dressing could work the other way. On one occasion the patient had asked him with a giggle to help her take her top off, a suggestion
