Bea's Party

Bea spends most of the day sleeping after a busy night.

I can hear her chattering away when I go to sleep around 10. I wake up later and have to remind her she should be sleeping. I report all this nocturnal activity to Lisa.

“You must have been having quite a party here last night,” Lisa says, preparing to give Mother lunch.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Who was there?” I ask.

“Everyone that mattered.”