

Ella's Joy
Ella sits with her fingers interlocking, waiting for her granddaughter’s weekly visit. As Riley enters, Ella says, "Hurry, child. There is little time." Riley asks, “Little time for what?” Ella sways back and forth, waiting to hear a story. Riley, a writer, scrunches her nose from the whiff of strong ammonia in Ella's room. “How often are they changing the bedpans in this place?” she asks. A short time later, a chime prompts Riley to scan her phone. Ella appears to write a sa

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