"Is Perry Como dead?"
"You really shouldn't put the toaster in the rain, no no no."
"Where did they leave the melons?"
"I just saw Perry Como walking down the hall!"
"Thank you for taking care of me."
It was this last sentence, offered as she grabbed my hand before transport wheeled her upstairs, and said with a look of clarity in her often-confused eyes, that made everything else that night seem worth it.
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