Bessie peeked out, then embraced me like her long lost child. "It's been a while since you've stopped by."
"Yes, a whole week," I said.
"Sit down, dear. How long has it been since I saw you?"
"Way too long. A whole week."
Whose Voice was that, responding to questions as though they'd never been asked before? Where was my usual catch of impatience?
"How long has it been since you were here?"
"A whole week. Can you believe it?"
A sublime duet. One could not control dementia. The other could not control The Voice.