When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, I was expecting to find Mrs. Patterson out on the front lawn again, claiming to have seen the dead Mrs. Shimshack. But I was pleasantly surprised when there were only squirrels running around out there. However, Mrs. Patterson also wasn't at the poker table. She had barricaded herself in her room, saying that Mrs. Shimshack was getting too close. Mrs. Lieberman said we needed another player, and suggested I go upstairs to try to convince Mr. Matthews to join us. He agreed, but first I had to help him put on his pants.
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