The nursing home
Funny being a nurse and being in a nursing home, Lyn mused
Jim watched the husk of his mother in god's waiting room, the clinical morning light cruel and unflattering.
She scrutinised her ANZAC biscuit, holding it like a memory. Pass the tea love. don’t seem to have the spit to wash these things down nowadays. Jim passed the sipper cup.
Oh yes. That’s better. Who’d have thought, me struggling to hold a glass? Jim agreed. He remembered when she would hold anyone's glass… and pass it back empty.
You wouldn’t remember the nurses' home. I remember your father would pick me up after my shift.
He’d be wearing the smartest three-piece suits with patent leather pointy shoes and he would have a shocking hair cut just like yours…why don’t you like hair?
Jim felt the old
