“Good morning, Diane.”
I adjusted her blanket.
“Ben said you two were playing a game yesterday.”
Her eyes moved toward me.
I waited.
No response.
I touched her hand.
Her eyes moved toward me.
Her fingers remained still.
For a moment, I felt ashamed.
What kind of person suspected a seriously injured woman of pretending?
I finished getting her ready.
Then I went to work.
I felt ashamed.
***
All morning, I kept remembering Ben’s face.
“Grandma talks and walks when you’re gone.”
After work, I bought a small camera from an electronics store.
It was the kind people used to check on pets or elderly relatives.
I bought a small camera.
I placed it on a shelf in Diane’s sitting room, facing the wheelchair and the hallway entrance.
I told myself I wanted to understand what was happening.
I didn’t tell Nathan.
I knew he’d insist there was nothing to see.
