See her hair.
It is white.
Her skin bags and wrinkles.
See Marg’s eyes. They are dim and dull.
See her mouth sag open. A filament of spit dangles to her soup-stained housecoat.
See Marg’s hands. They are gnarled and frozen into fists. They tremble gently in her lap.
See the chair. Marg sits in the chair. It is one in a semi-circle of dozens. They all face the blaring television set. The chairs are in a room. There are no windows. It is hot and stuffy and it stinks.
See the nurse. The nurse has Marg’s pills. The pills help to keep Marg quiet.
“Hello Ms. Wilson! How are you today? Isn’t it a lovely day, Ms. Wilson? Now, open up!” The nurse chatters and sings as she places the pill on Marg’s tongue.
The nurse leaves.
The nurse is lucky.
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