They’re hard to kill, but oh, they do age. Â Slow, but they do.
Yarrow hasn’t had his own teeth in decades. Â He finds ways, though: his old-fashioned razor, his tongue, and the subtle Band-Aid. Â His eyes and voice still work their old glamor, and if the nurses and aides seem a bit pale and sickly, well, you know how things go around.
It’s a flexible facility, and if he wants to take his meals in his room and draw the blinds, well, it’s his money. Â Mr. Yarrow’s been here a long time. Â He deserves respect.
And on Saturday nights, there’s Bingo.