40. Reggie

I met my surrogate Jewish grandmother Saturday evening.

We had shared a few unmemorable moments together the previous Tuesday when I wheeled her back up to her room following word game night. Her husband was too frail to visit, she said, so I had promised to come by over the weekend to keep her company.

There was no flash of recognition in her eyes when I first entered her room Saturday, and I had a brief moment of dread that she would ask me what I was doing there, or worse, to go home.

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