The Perfect Early Morning Snack
“… and we'll meet at Grand Central Station,” she is saying to someone in a very happy voice. "Oh, here you are!"
“It is the middle of the night. Everyone is asleep,” I whisper. (This IS a bed & breakfast, and people ARE sleeping upstairs.)
“I’m hungry,” Bea says.
Her skin seems more translucent now that she has had a good rest.
I change her and fetch two bananas. Figuring her throat must be parched, I provide water, too.
“Now please be quiet," I say, giving her a kiss. "Eat your bananas, and be quiet.”
Bea nods. The message seems to have gotten through. It is, after all, dark outside. Rain is pouring down. She continues talking for a while softly, then falls asleep.
I reflect on the fact that Bea used to feed bananas to my brother when he was a child with celiac. Now I feed them to her. Thank God for bananas!