My friend Mrs. Z was a master manipulator. She would have me agreeing to do something before I knew what I was agreeing to.
I say ‘was’ because her mind is shutting down. She lies in bed most of her day drifting in and out of sleep, only getting up to go to the washroom or to attend meals in the nursing home dining room.
She can barely keep track of the last question she asked. A scheme of questions is now beyond her.
I find myself liking her more now.
I find that sad.