Twenty-Seven
I SLEEP PRETTY WELL, only getting up once to top off my meds. I pick up my cell phone to say Morning Prayer, deciding that kneeling is not a good idea but sitting in a chair is doable. Having successfully finished my prayers without collapsing, I decide to make my way to the shower. That goes so well that I conclude it is safe for me to make my way downstairs. I try not to be upset that no one has bothered to start breakfast, though there is the distinct smell of coffee in the air.
I get to the door of the den and hear the sound of typing coming from the other side. I knock softly, not wanting to startle Gladys. She opens the door, pressing one finger to her lips and then pointing over her shoulder. Behind her, a sleeping Helen is stretched out on the Hello Kitty sleep
