Ruth

It’s not that I didn’t like Ruth, she just got on my nerves. Other residents detracted from a nurse aide’s more unpleasant tasks. There was Minnie, self-appointed greeter of the visitors that entered the nursing home, who thought that she was still in her teens and spent much of her time in the armchair nearest the door, waiting for her long-deceased husband to pick her up for a date. There was stout Margaret, who greeted me with a twinkle in her eye and a “Hi, Toots,” every time I peeked in...