Tuesday

     Came home from work.  Made my usual call.  She didn't need any extras, but she needed a favor.  Could I do some laundry for her?  I said of course.

     Got there as she picked at dinner.  She showed me where the clothes were and the detergent.  I asked if she wanted to smoke first and she declined.  Again not unusual when she was not feeling well.

     I put here laundry in and returned.  Told her how much time we had.  She told me I'd have to stay there when it dried.  That's how stuff disappeared.  Hell stuff always disappeared there.

     Not much talking she was tired and lay down.  I reminded her to put on her cpap machine if was going to sleep.  I went to dry the clothes and wait.

     A dinky little laundry room.  A door on either side.  There was an inmate I'd seen around in the hallway.  Waiting for his sandwiches.  You could opt for them instead of the meal if it wasn't to your liking.  He always went for the sandwiches.

     I would find out at some point after my sisters death that the place had stopped that as well.  It was important.  Many a night my sister got that instead of the inedible crud fed there.  

     We talked off and on.  I tried not to engage to much.  One time I was very uncomfortable with one guy I spoke to near the nurses desk.

     Big guy, both in height and weight.  He would wander around and pick off the food trays.  Usually from the ones that were removed from the rooms.  It was gross.

     Clothes dried I returned.  She was up but out of it.  Got her the ice we always got.  Asked if she wanted to go out for a ride.  I always did.  She declined and said she was tired.

      I got the ice.  Put her clothes away and told her to put her mask on.  She bid me a good night and that was that.  I don't remember if there was a good night call that night.

     About 2 in the morn or somewhere near then the phone rang in my house.