CHAPTER 29
It was Monday morning and already a scorcher with heat shimmering off the asphalt in waves. Just walking from my car to the entrance of La Vida Boca made me sweat so much my make-up started to melt. Terrific, first day on the job and I looked like a reject from Madame Tussaud's wax museum. Way to make a good impression, Jamie.
As the automatic doors whooshed open, a blast of cold air greeted me like an old friend and I stopped in the foyer to catch my breath. This was my third visit to the assisted living facility (ALF for short, not to be confused with 'Alien Life Form') and the lobby looked the same as it had the first time. Nobody had moved since then, or so it seemed. The same elderly people were parked next to the same walkers, wheelchairs, and oxygen tanks, in the same s
