Pio leans on her four-wheeled walker and claps heartily at Ealasaide's words . . . the effort nearly winds her & she seeks the comforts of the old rocker in her room.
shuffle . . .shuffle . . .
Down the sickly green hall of the Barrow-Downs Home for Geezers, Curmudgeons, and old Reprobates she goes, her lovebeads clacking on her chest as she waves to Hilde and Rae . . .
