Peg, that is. Into a new nursing home she says is wonderful. The plan is a week of rehab. She is now off oxygen completely and wolfing down meatloaf and taking her pills. She sounds bright but then cried when she talked to me, saying she missed me, and Terri says she cried earlier when talking about me. Terri who she asked to stay overnight with her there, on a chair, thank you, which makes the second night running Terri's had no sleep. Correction. Saint Terri. Who says she doesn't mind.
I arrive on Tuesday, late. Overnight with friends then onwards to Berkshire Place to maybe find Terri sacked out in the bed and Peg sitting in the chair reading.
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