Her voice was quiet and sad when she spoke. "Penny became ill. I lived with her while I went to school and she began acting odd. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.
Then she fell and broke her hip, and went downhill quickly. She needed constant care. The home where she was placedwas awful—she was neglected and unhappy. I fought to have her moved and the next place was just as bad."
"None of this explains anything."
She looked up, her eyes narrowing at me. "Stop being so impatient, Ethan. I am trying to explain it to you."
I held up my hands. "Sorry, just want to make sure there was a point here."
"The point is, I realized she needed more care. A decent place. I knew I had to leave school, get a job, and provide that for her.
A friend of mine told me about a temporary
position with Anderson as a PA—the money was good, and if I was careful and found another job right away, I could move Penny into a nicer place.
So, I took the job, and it became permanent.
