Chapter 13 Alzheimer; 'S A Simple Truth
- I climbed down the stairs, whistling, hair wet from the shower. This was one of the few times Mom was in a good mood. The aroma wafting into my nose was proof of that.
- “Mom, you should be jailed for…this. What's that?” I sat down, leaning on the kitchen island.
- “Chocolate buttercream cake with chocolate toppings. There will be more if you move in with me.” She winked, making me groan.