Dementia, Part II

Jill is standing over the hospital bed, gazing at Mom who appears to be asleep. Mom opens her eyes and stares blankly at Jill.

Jill: Good morning!

Mom: I'm mad at you.

Jill: Still?

Mom: I hate you...

Jill: That's not a very nice thing to say.

Mom: I know it's not nice, but it's how I feel.

Jill (sounding slightly miffed): I know you're not in your right mind right now Mom, so you rest. I'm leaving because I don't care to hear this from you.

Mom: Go.

Jill mumbles to herself as she departs: (Act like a grown-up. She doesn't know what she's saying. Be the grown-up.)

Jill in the car: For the love of Mary, THIS SUCKS! $#@%&!!