CHAPTER 15
BY THE TIME I’d walked to my car, fought my way through traffic, and stopped at the thrift store, it took me an hour and a half to get to the Bayview Centre. Lottie had just finished dinner when I walked into her room. Well, not finished it, but finished with it. She’d eaten half and begun pushing the rest around on her plate while a nurse looked on.
“Will you sit with her?” the nurse asked. What she meant was, would I make Lottie eat the rest?
“Yes.”
Although if Lottie didn’t want to eat, there wasn’t much I could do to make her. Over the years, I’d tried bribery, cajoling, getting upset, even angry, but nothing helped.
Today, Lottie looked up at me, her expression almost pleading.
“Could you try and eat a little more?”
“It’s cold.”
“Shall I get them to reheat it for yo
