Photo: Vanessa Rodriguez.
It’s a vineyard Joyce.
They make wine from the little grapes.
No wine Joyce, not whine you do too much of that now days.
You know Joyce, reds and whites, some with bubbles?
Joyce you aren’t making this any easier.
Sorry love, I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Yes you can have some more grapes and I wont let the bad man take them off you.
(Takes a deep breath)
Bill had decided a day out of the nursing home with Joyce would be good for both of them.
She was so far away from him; so childlike it broke his heart to see her as she was.
He remembered her joy at Christmas when she would give him a sealed envelope. It contained the destination of their next holiday, Joyce loved surprising him.
Now Bill was surprised when she knew who he was. He hated thinking they were strangers to each other.