But even as she stopped speaking to me unless it was absolutely necessary, she started going by my parents’ house every morning before class and most afternoons, too, helping Dad to change the diaper Momma now had to wear and to give her a bath. They were eligible for Home Health, but he was frightened by the medical bureaucracy, as he termed it, and believed that if he let its representatives into his house, they’d try to force him to put her back in the rehab center. So for all practical purposes, Jennifer was their nurse, even though nothing was more precious to her than time. I went there every day myself, usually after dinner, but was a lot less useful. Generally, what I did was wash dishes, carry out the garbage and pick up Dad’s bills, which I paid online when I did my own each month, so he wouldn’t have to write checks. Once or twice I sat with my mother long enough for him to take a shower. Every now and then she’d raise her head and look at me, and I’d fool myself into thinking she was about to experience a moment of lucidity, but as far as I could tell that never happened.
What do You think about Safe From The Neighbors (2010)?
