MANY OF THE RESIDENTS are too able bodied and mentally stable to be of any use to me, but I was lucky to discover that Healing Meadows had a pretty substantial palliative ward on the first floor, and with my buttons back on and my sneakers already fixed it’s easy to turn sharply to the left and enter Violet’s room.
“I can taste her vowels” is a really visceral line that I won’t forget. Right up there with “a wet dog made of dirty socks.”