CHAPTER 2
“Time to wake up.” Ruby touched Grandma Lucy’s shoulder. The old woman looked so tiny when she slept, like a white-haired toddler taking her afternoon nap.
“Grandma Lucy?” she repeated.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
Ruby held her breath. The next ten seconds would be the decisive ones, the time it took for Ruby to find out if Grandma Lucy would be herself and quote Bible verses all evening from her prayer chair or if she’d spend the night confused and weak, unable to remember her niece who’d lived with her for so many years, asking about relatives who’d been dead and gone for decades.
Before he ran off to become a missionary, Connie’s son took Grandma Lucy to some place in Seattle, a memory clinic specializing in dementia, but at the time of her appointment Grandma Lucy ha
