CHAPTER TENThursday, October 29, 1987
ONE—The Nursing Home
Now I know why that jailed Nazi, Rudolf Hess, killed himself in Spandau this past August, Anna Sudek thought as she parked Ginny Yarrow’s Escort in one of the Wright County Nursing Home’s yellow-painted angled parking slots that early afternoon.
Not that the nursing home, situated across from the St. Peter’s College’s fine arts center, was a gloomy, forbidding, fortress-like structure. On the contrary, its modern pale brick and multi windowed design was surprisingly light and cheerful, the grounds as well kept as she remembered them from her years as a student.
But a prison is a prison is a prison is a prison, as Gertrude Stein might have put it—wryly, Anna remembered how Mr. Nuzzi insisted that Gertrude said the “A rose is a—”
