I was eager to get to the Birch Street Nursing Home today to see if my concoction helped Mrs. Kunkle with her disorder. While I went about my chores, I did my best to keep an eye on her and observe her behavior. And I was pleased to note that Mrs. Kunkle did not go around to all the rooms to touch the light switches and windows. Before I headed home, I went into Mrs. Patterson's room and told her she wouldn't be bothered by Mrs. Kunkle anymore, that Mrs. Kunkle would not be in her room again. "That's good," Mrs. Patterson said, "because she was in my room just yesterday, trying to steal from me."
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