Chapter Twelve
Carol glanced at the chart. More med changes? What was Miss Henningway thinking? Residents were already nodding off in their mashed potatoes.
She searched the dining hall again. Each empty chair should have a definite reason for being vacant. Mrs. Samuelson was still at physical therapy. Andy had checked out to spend time with family. Mr. Butress's empty chair hadn't found a replacement resident.
Carol rotated.
Clarence's chair was empty. Bib draped over the back, table set for lunch. Water in the glass. Coffee cooling in the cup.
"Where is that man?" she muttered. Her inner alarm went off. AWOL. She wasn't sure if she'd rather have him depressed in his bed or ... missing.
She replaced the chart in her med cart and spun slowly. Scanned again. Maybe he'd sat in the w
