The Direct Care Worker Is Going To Bathe The Consumer __exclusive__ -

No answer. Just the low hum of the radiator and a soft rustle of sheets.

Maria entered the small, tidy room. Esther, seventy-three, with silver hair and eyes that sometimes recognized Maria and sometimes looked through her as if she were a ghost, lay curled on her side. A stroke had stolen the right side of her body and most of her words. the direct care worker is going to bathe the consumer

"Esther? It’s Maria. Time for your shower." No answer