Chapter Eight
Head nurse, Carol Neeton stood outside Clarence's door, raised her hand to knock, then withdrew it. Her thumb clicked the ink pen several times. Click, click. She checked the chart again and frowned. Click.
No family listed. No references. Sometimes residents had no surviving family, but ... nobody to even contact?
She skimmed further, shaking her head. Note to self: review Henningway's notes on Clarence. More than once the administrator had conveniently forgotten to chart vital background information. She was administrator; she shouldn't even be charting.
So maybe the man who drove him here was a contact, or even better, a son.
At least Joe had someone. Click, click. Two years since the stroke and he still wasn't responsive. She blew out a breath and blinked. Gotta
