‘You’re a nasty old b***h,’ Marie said.
Betty mumbled again and then stuck a finger into one nostril and began picking, only to be distracted from the activity very quickly when the lunch of beef stew and mashed potatoes arrived. Ada picked a spoon off the table and began banging it into Margery’s left shoulder.
‘Now, now, Ada, that’s not nice,’ said Lucy. ‘Here’s your lunch. Use your spoon for this.’ Ada could not use her spoon. She gripped it tightly when the nurse handed it to her, but she had no idea, nor desire, to use it for the transportation of food from the plate to her mouth. Instead, she began combing the spoon through her hair, causing the nurse to grab it from her in annoyance. ‘Now I’ll have to feed you,’ she huffed.
‘Oh, no need,’ said Margery. ‘I’ll help her, if you like
