The Empty-Stomach Blues
Since Bea has lost her short-term memory, remembering a meal becomes problematic. Yesterday, for instance. I had just fed her halibut and yellow squash, which she devoured. Upon my return from the kitchen with dessert, she tells me, “I’m hungry.”
“You already ate dinner,” I say, nonplussed.
“What did I eat?” she wants to know.
“Squash,” she repeats, as if discovering the word for the first time.
We go through this routine every time I enter her bedroom over the course of the evening. Finally, before I go to bed myself, I give her a banana to ward off hunger ...