It was almost a disappointment, how easy it was to see Mom and hang around in her room. We found somebody to give her TV service for when we weren’t there. Mom could only sit up halfway, because of her leg. She wore the flannel nightgown Mrs. Buttermark had brought her. She had some leggings too, since she couldn’t cover up very well with one leg hanging in the air. “That was my biggest problem during the night,” Mom said. “The room got a little cold and I was under this tented blanket and I couldn’t warm up the air space around me.” Granddad said, “Maybe we can bring in an electric heater for tonight.” “They brought me one,” Mom said. “They took it away a few minutes before you and Jake showed up. I’m fine, Ned. Did I thank you yesterday for coming here so quickly? I can’t remember.” He seemed embarrassed to be reminded. I said, “You did.” Granddad said, “Tell us what you want for dinner. Italian food? Chinese?” “Oh, anything. What have you guys been up to?”
