Thirty
Katty wandered into Hillcrest, feeling like a lost lamb. Her own little lamb followed her a few feet behind.
Bea had gone back to dragging her blanket along everywhere. And while it was extremely annoying—shutting it in the car door every time they got in the car and a corner trailing into the toilet—Katty realized why Bea needed it. Her only source of wellbeing and stability was gone.
Katty hadn’t realized how much they both had grown to depend on Clarence.
And to love him.
She turned to see how far Bea was behind her. Five resident doors. And she was dragging the blanket. Ah. She could wash it.
Katty sighed. Her own heart ached. Maybe she could find a blanket of her own.
Harold. He was saying something to Bea from his doorway and she stopped in the middle of the hallway. He
