"My name's not Veronica," she said.
"Then what is it?"
She continued without hesitation, "I want to be lowered into bed."
"Of course, Veronica."
"My name's not Veronica."
***
"My name's not Veronica," she said.
"Then what is it?"
She continued without hesitation, "Didn't they train you when you were hired? I talked to the manager about this."
"Of course, Veronica."
"My name's not Veronica."
***
"My name's not Veronica," she said. "Then what is it?" She continued without hesitation,
"That's not important. I can eat any time - I'm in pain now."
"Of course, Veronica." "My name's not Veronica."
***
She didn't have visitors. She never did. She was estranged from her family. Maybe it was her complaining. Not that it was unwarranted.
"I don't complain too much," she said. "And I am not angry," she added, raising her voice.
"Of course, Veronica." "My name's not Veronica."
***
"Cause of death?"
"We don't know yet. She wasn't breathing when we found her."
"Age?"
"81."
"Name?"
"Veronica Costello."
"Thank you for your time."