The group gasped a little then settled down quickly.
	“He has no friends.” Gertrude spoke up. “There’s no resident he’s friendly with, so there’s no reason he would visit anyone on this floor.”
	“Yes but Gus lives on this floor, on the East wing. Three forty seven I believe.” Dorthy retorted.
	The group all mused at this for several minutes and drank tea in silence.
	The man at the table spoke up, “Has anyone spoken to Odell?”
	All eyes, even my own, rested on Gertrude.
	Gertrude spoke slowly, her words carrying just a hint of regret and sorrow. “Odell and I had a falling out over grapefruit, six months before this happened.” Gertrude crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair as she stared at the tea inside her cup. “We’d stopped talking.” She drew in a deep breath and looked back up at the group. “One day I was walking to the mail and Odell came up to me, furious that I had taken her grapefruit. I told her I hadn’t been to her place in over two weeks, and I was sorry she lost her grapefruit.” Her right hand came out and flashes of color glinted from her fingers, “I said I would be more than happy to buy her new grapefruit.” She rested her fanned out fingertips on the table, and leaned forward slightly. “She told me she wasn’t a charity case and to stop gas lighting her. She knew she I took them, because she”, Gertrude raised her fingers in the air to do air quotes, “SAW”. Gertrude sat up straight, “me take the grapefruit last night.” Gertrude shook her head and sat back with her arm crossed again. “I told her she must have dreamed it, I didn’t take her grapefruit. She continued to insist. Finally I had to tell her we weren’t going to be friends anymore and I would no longer come to visit her. I did report it to the Head Nurse in Charge that morning, I believe it was Joseph. I also told Martha, she might want to keep an eye out on Odell for Sundowners.”
	The group all went sympathetic, as the instant understanding set in.
	Gertrude held up her index finger, “That’s not to say she didn’t really see something.”
	“Yes, but what are the odds.” white gloves replied and sipped some tea. “How did Jeremy and Gus die? I just assumed cardiac arrest, but I never was close to them or the family to know.”
	One of the other lady’s replied, “Jeremy was always funny, we always shared a laugh. I never got to know much more about him past than that.”
	Gertrude looked like she was scanning every recent memory she had with a microscope. Finally she said, “I don’t know how they died. I was friends with Gus, I guess we all kind of were, but I was preoccupied with Dorthy’s predicament.”
	The entire group all agreed they were more worried about Mrs. Izato.
	The gentleman looked down and shook his head a little, “I was in the chapel, praying the rosary.”
	“As was I.” white gloves chimed in.
	“Yes, we stayed until midnight.” he let out a sigh, “I think we all found out about Gus the next day from the grapevine. Only that he had passed, not how or why.”