Angie walked into the nursing home and was immediately greeted by an old lady with bright blue eyes.
“Hello, have you come to take me home?” she said.
“What?” Angie replied. “I think you have me mixed up with someone else. I’m here to kill my father.”
The old lady walked away, her head drooping in disappointment. “They left me here, no one ever comes to get me.” she said looking over her shoulder one last time. Angie laughed because the old crony had no idea she had just admitted she was about to commit murder.
“Hello, I’m the matron here, sorry Kathy lives in hope of getting out of here. She has run away several times, once in the back of the laundry van.” she said laughing. “She has Alzheimer’s and really has no clue where she is. Can I help you find someone?”
“Yes, you must be Mrs Robinson, we spoke on the phone, I’m Angie.”
“Oh hello, nice to meet you. You are here to see Michael. You are his first visitor in four years. His son used to visit, but I haven’t seen him in a couple of years.”
“My brother died eighteen months ago.” Angie replied as she remembered holding the pillow over her brother’s face until he stopped struggling.
“Oh dear, how sad. Well you are the first family member to visit him in a long time.”
And I may be the last, Angie thought silently.
“Come with me, he is sitting in a wheelchair out in the garden.”
“Does he know I’m coming?” Angie asked.
“Yes he does.” The matron answered, looking away, unable to meet Angie’s eyes. Michael wasn’t a pleasant man and had not wanted his daughter to visit.
They walked out into the garden. A frail old man sat in a wheelchair, his clothes hanging loosely on his wasted body.
“Is he in good health?” Angie asked.
“No, his heart is failing. He is too old for surgery. He could live another five years, or he could die next week.” The matron answered softly.
Or he may die this afternoon. Angie thought to herself.