Ginny presses a button and the head of her bed comes up. “We should shovel before it gets too heavy,” she says to the aide with the bangs.
The aide nods, arranges pillows, fluffs Ginny’s hair with a pick, pulls the blankets up and presses them down across Ginny’s chest. She looks Ginny right in the face. “Okay?” she says, and Ginny gives her best smile.
“You know she gets paid to do that,” Jane says when the aide is gone. “They act nice but they want us to go. More space, new faces.”
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