There was excitement today at the Birch Street Nursing Home. When I arrived this morning, there was a note from the head nurse telling me she had reached out to Debbie about the vacant room, and that Debbie's father, Mr. Richards, would be moving in today. He didn't arrive until the early afternoon, which gave me time to tidy up his room and sweep away the cobwebs. I thought I was missing out on the poker game, but when I went back downstairs, none of the women were at the poker table. I found them each in their rooms, putting on makeup and brushing their hair. But when Debbie arrived with her father, they were all back downstairs ready to welcome him. Mrs. Henley complimented Mr. Richards on his bright silk scarf, and Mrs. Kunkle said she loved his yellow glasses. Mr. Volkov offered to help him carry some of his many bags up to his room. Everything indicated that Mr. Richards is going to be a perfect fit at the Birch Street Nursing Home.
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