“I’m her caregiver.”
Dr. Leonard remained polite.
“I’ll speak with you shortly.”
Inside, Mom was sitting upright.
Cardigan properly buttoned.
Slippers corrected.
A cup of coffee sat beside her.
“How was the performance?” I asked.
She smiled.
“Your father always said I should have been an actress.”
Dr. Leonard did not smile.
“Your mother scored extremely well on preliminary cognitive testing.”
“I assumed she would.”
“She understands the date, location, political leadership, financial affairs, family relationships, and recent events.”
Mom folded her arms.
“I also remember where Abigail keeps the good cookies.”
Dr. Leonard looked at me.
“She has described several incidents that concern me greatly.”
“I documented what I could.”
“I’ve contacted the clinic administrator and an adult-protection liaison.”
Mom’s expression tightened.
“Police?”
“Possibly.”
“No.”
I turned.
“Mom.”
“I want Samuel to hear everything first.”
Dr. Leonard nodded carefully.
“That’s your decision unless I believe there is immediate danger.”
