"Hey Mama, do you remember this? It's from Iwiw."
You place the note in her hand. She fumbles with it, running her fingers across the smooth surface. She turns in your direction.
"What is this?"
You describe the message on it for her. Her eyes scan the space next to you, up and down, like she is running through the catalogue of her memories. You know all she finds are empty folders.
"Oh, I see. Will Iwiw be joining us soon?"
"Soon, Mama."
You begin to leave. You'll have to prepare a bath for her, as well as pay off the mortgage due soon, call the pharmacy to renew her prescription...
But your Grandmother tugs on your shirt.
"Hey, Morel. Check on the babies behind the hutch," she asks, weakly pointing to the hutch that contains old china, in the opposite corner of the room.
Visibly confused, you say "Mama, there are no babies behind the hutch.
"Right. They're under the hutch, not behind it. Check under the hutch for me. Please.