Her hands were still trembling. She had already forgotten why she panicked. She looked into the comforting eyes of an older woman who had held her hand and now dropped it, being met by her mechanical stare. She knew she knew that woman but had no idea who it was. “It’s all right, Ida.”, the older woman said and so she knew she was Ida and the lady speaking to her a person she must have known well.
“Don’t you recognize me?”, the woman asked, smiling at Ida in the way you smile at a child that, for good reason, pretends to be ill. “I’m Elsa.”, said Elsa patiently. Ida recognized the sentences more than she recognized Elsa. Read more »