Rubliana ate a lot of popcorn.
"I suppose I should have cooked this, too."
She began to laugh. Loud peals of amusement echoed off the walls.
"Ruby must like you for your looks because it can't be for your brains."
I couldn't help but grin at her sharp tongue.
She reminded me of someone—the woman I once called Nana. In the brief time I had known Nana, she was the one person who cared about me.
She was blunt, direct, and had no problem
expressing her opinion. Reaching to her left, she pressed a button on the wall to bring a caregiver to her room.
"Tami will put these inwater, and cut the mango for poor Joey. If I ask her nicely,
she'll bring us some coffee."
I fumbled in the bag, and held out some chocolates. At least I got that part right. "Maybe these would help."
She arched an eyebrow at me. "There may be hope for you yet. Now, sit down, and tell me how you know my Ruby—and why you call her Rubliana."
