Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Tomorrow is Grandmother's birthday. So today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I had all the patients gather in the office and sing "Happy Birthday" to her over the phone. Mrs. Patterson had to be reminded more than once that it wasn't her own birthday, and Mrs. Henley kept asking me where the cake was. Some of the patients forgot the words, and their singing was off-key, but Grandmother said she was tickled pink by the call.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

 

 

If you are on the lam and see yourself portrayed in a reenactment on a television crime show, whatever you do, don’t call the television station to complain that the actor they chose looks nothing like you.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

This morning when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mr. Smith was waiting for me on the front steps. I thought for sure he was going to give me bad news about Crystal, but instead he told me something had to be done about the crazy woman who confronted the doctors on their way into the girls' rooms last week. I was so relieved that Crystal was still alive, and I promised him I'd have a talk with Mrs. Patterson. When I told Mrs. Patterson that she'd have to stay downstairs while the doctors did their work, she muttered that they weren't really doctors, but did stay put and played poker with the rest of us until Crystal, Angel and Cinnamon left for the day.

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Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

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.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

Lend your car to family and friends and even the occasional acquaintance or neighbor, and consider letting people borrow your boots too. That way if the authorities find tire tracks and shoe prints matching yours at the crime scene, your lawyer will have enough people to call to the witness stand to create the necessary reasonable doubt of your involvement.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

I've been worrying about Crystal since the Birch Street Cemetery caretaker paid her a visit last Saturday. So this week I used some of the money I've made working at the Birch Street Nursing Home to buy her a thick wool sweater. The cold weather is coming, and I've noticed that most of Crystal's clothes don't really cover her. One of her doctors finished early today, and during the ten-minute break Crystal had before the next doctor arrived, I gave her the sweater. I hope it might keep death away from her for at least another week.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

Bury that body well, Kiddies. Even if you're sure the authorities won't come searching for that person, someone they are searching for might be buried close by, and if they find your body during the hunt for the other one, they could feel some pressure to pursue the case.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

This morning when we were settling into our first game of poker at the Birch Street Nursing Home, the Birch Street Cemetery caretaker knocked on the door. I was immediately concerned because he only shows up when one of the patients dies, and I hadn't yet seen Mr. Pearlman. But the cemetery caretaker assured me he was just there to see Crystal. I was afraid to ask, but I think he was there to take Crystal's measurements for a coffin. It's sad that none of the doctors that have seen her in the last seven months have been able to find a cure.