I don’t know what we could have
achieved with a single visit.
My sister is clearly ill. How much
of her illness is psychosomatic
I cannot tell. The ward nurses
are clearly caring, so she is in
a good space. I am reminded
how Mother was. Maybe my
sister’s condition is something
she’s inherited. Back home,
it all seems less surreal.
My girlfriend has made sweet tea.
She looks radiant.