Written in my mothers hand on the inside back cover of the book I am currently reading:
While I was reading this book:
Mom’s hospital room roommate Frances on August 10, 2005 said
“I was having one of those damn ‘ziety attacks
… after that woman in the bar called me a fucking bitch.
I just called the ‘curity guard and let him take care of her.”
Mom died the next morning, August 11, 2005. Somehow, it seemed preferable to spending another day with Frances.