Chapter Eleven
“Wow, the room has a view of the garden too, Tina,” Stacey said, looking out of the window.
Tina was in a wheelchair, having been too tired to walk. The taxi ride from the hospital to the apartment to pack up her things and then to the nursing home had been long. It had also been extremely emotional for Stacey.
But her grandmother hadn’t seemed to sense the change that was going on around her. The doctors had warned Stacey that Tina was in the early stages of dementia and that a home was the best environment for her. Even so, Stacey was surprised to see just how much worse Tina had gotten since the seizure. It was as if the seizure, severe as it was, had wiped out the last remaining solid hold her grandmother had on her memory.
“Yes, the garden view was requested,” their
