“Why am I here?” she asked for the fifth time in as many hours. The tone of her voice was at once plaintive and a bit belligerent. “Why am I here?” she repeated, as if I had not answered fast enough. I looked up from the book I was reading. “You are here in the hospital because you got pneumonia and were very sick,” I answered, just as I had each of the other times. “Oh, that's right,” she mumbled and went back to watching Wheel of Fortune . . . unequivocally her favorite pastime.
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