“I brought tea.” Gertrude smiled and handed one off, then sat down. “How have you been feeling?” A question she knew she didn’t want the answer to, nor sit through the ordeal of hearing.
	“W-e-e-l-l-l.” Patricia started off then took a sip of tea. “Oooo, this is good.” she pointed to the tea and set it down on the coffee table. “I just don’t know where to start.” she leaned back in her wheelchair and shook her head. “You know I had the gallbladder surgery.”
	“Yes of course,” Gertrude took off the top of her tea and blew on it. “I figured you’d just now be well enough to have visitors.”
	“W-e-e-e-l-l-l, almost. You see, after I got back, I have such pain when I try to walk. And you know me, I love to walk around and keep up with people. I mean imagine if you couldn’t walk around and keep with everyone?” Patricia was enjoying her pity party now that guests had arrived.
	“Oh I know!” Gertrude agreed with her. “We’re both such social butterflies, it must be terrible!”
	“My psychical therapy starts tomorrow, the therapist is coming here.” Patricia continued to talk about herself. “You know after that pancreatic scare, I thought this would be all over. I mean they didn’t find anything. They sent me home from Devine, told me I would be fine. All the test came back negative. And you know me, I’m never one to complain.”
	Gertrude raised her eyebrows and said, “Oh no, of course you’d never want that.” She agreed even though she knew full well Patricia liked nothing more than to complain. 
	“So I just thought well, maybe the pain is just old age. Growing Pains my mother used to call it. So I just went about my days, and just did the best I could. It was maybe a week after I was back. I suddenly felt so much pain, I just fell limp over to my side. Then suddenly the next thing I knew Serina, that cute little house keeper that just started here, called the ambulance.” Patricia shook her in disbelief, “I tell you, I just can’t believe all the troubles I’ve had of late. It seems like just a few weeks ago I sprained my ankle.”
	“It was quite some time ago though.” Gertrude interjected. “Wasn’t that around the time Macleve passed?”
	Patricia stopped and thought about it for a second, “No, it was actually a week before that happened. I know because I wanted to talk to Odell, everyone kept saying she saw a man come out of his room. I wanted to find out what she saw. I thought I might go down there and see what she had to say, but my ankle still wasn’t up to weight on it. Kendra was bringing my meals to the room, she’s such a sweetheart.”
	Gertrude agreed, “Yes, she really is.”
	“And then the next thing you knew, POOF! Odell is gone. I managed to make it all the way down to her room, and it was empty. I heard her daughter had her moved to Meadow side.”
	Gertrude jumped at her chance to stay on the subject of Macleve, “So how did Jeremy die, anyway?”