cherrydale rehabilitation center

-how is stan [my husband]?
-i-uh-um...well...maybe you don't remember...do you remember, ellen? the last time we came to visit you?do you remember, we talked about this?
-no...i don't
- oh, well...stan isn't with us anymore...not for some time now
-oh...is that so..

...

-[lowers voice a few decibels] there is this man here who keeps arguing with me. he keeps insisting he is right, and i am wrong, but he is wrong.

-oh, really?

-yes. he is determined to tell me i can't walk, but i can, and he keeps telling me i can't

-[trying to conceal a humoring tone] really, is that so? so you can walk?

- yes, i can get up and go to the bathroom, down the hall...i can walk anywhere i want

-oh, ok.

[MAN IN SCRUBS ENTERS WITH DINNER TRAY, SETS IT DOWN AND SAYS A BRIEF HELLO]

-[eyes narrow slightly] that's the man. the man who keeps telling me i can't walk.

-really?...

[MAN EXITS WITH A BEMUSED SMILE]

-yes. well, he's just wrong. i'm sorry, but that's just the way it is