Mom wakes up all peppy. She waves her finger at me.
Gen: I have not had one glass of water since I’ve been here. All they give me is that small glass with juice.
Mark: I’m the “they” and I’ve tried to give you water, but you don’t like it. I’ll get you some now.
Gen: Make it cold!
(I return with a glass. She guzzles it.)
Gen: You’re supposed to drink eight glasses a day.
Mark: Where did you hear that?
Gen: I don’t know. A long time ago.
Mark: Well, you’ve got seven more to go.
Gen: (dismissing me with a wave) No thanks.
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I can hear her quiet raspy voice say that!