Chapter 3: For Another Day
It was Friday, the end of my first week at St. Catherine’s. Frieda told me they had Gertrude Weiss down for Bingo, and then for one of Mrs. Dempsey’s writing projects after that. Would I collect her, make sure she made both activities on time?
I went off in search of her room, found it, but no one was there. I approached the bathroom just in case. Maybe she was ill or she’d fallen. Ms. Andrews, on one of her flybys earlier, told me to go slow when walking the ambulatory folk to activities.
“One fall, a broken hip, and things deteriorate fast,” she said. “Just be extra careful.” A quick wink my way and she was off. Again.
I called Gertrude’s name several times. Knocked three times on the bathroom door, waited, and then opened it. Empty.
I’d learned over the p
