My Mom looked around the dining room thoughtfully as she chewed her sandwich.
"Did all these women commit some kind of crime?"
She was relieved to discover that she was not, after all, in a women's correctional facility. "I wondered what I'd done to be here."
After finishing another bit of sandwich, she asked, "Then where am I?"
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When Dad was a few days from death, he looked at the windows and informed me that he was in jail. He was in an older wing of the hospital.
He also whispered to me that he had Alzheimer's "but not the kind W has."
Until he was admitted,extremely ill, his mind was very sharp.I often wonder what he meant by his A statement.
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