Miz Rosemary’s Wild Ride
I arrive at Las Villas, Rosemary’s assisted living apartment. After weeks of convalescing from a cracked pelvis, my friend is still lying in bed beneath a pale blue sheet. It’s nearly eleven o’clock. I kiss her on the cheek, “How are you today?” She throws off the covers and grins, fully dressed in a bright […]
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