On the way, Aunt Nancy seemed worried.
"I was chatting with your grandmother this morning and found that her memory seems to be jumbled up. The doctors said that she only has a couple of months left..." She trailed off sorrowfully and put the basin into the sink to fill it up. "How I wish that they were lying. Then again, even if she were to be discharged, what would end up happening to her?"
I said cautiously, "I can take care of her. There's nothing to worry about."
"You?" Aunt Nancy shook her head and grimaced. "How are you going to take care of her? You have a job of your own, Queena. If you were to quit to take care of her, how are you going to feed yourself and her?"
I had nothing to say. She was right.
She turned off the tap and concluded, "We can only play this by ear. If push
