This morning at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Patterson suddenly dropped her cards on the poker table right in the middle of a hand, and carried her chair upstairs. During a break in the game, I went up to check on her. She had placed her chair in the hallway, and when she saw me she grabbed my hand and whispered that the doctors who were seeing Crystal, Angel and Cinnamon weren't really doctors. She said she was certain these men were working for Mrs. Shimshack, and she was going to watch each of them carefully to make sure they didn't try to steal any of her remaining possessions.
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