Mom was watching the movie Titanic when the frailcare nurses came mid-movie and hauled her off to bed.
Ever co-operative, dear old Mom sighed and accepted. The next day she asked two fellow inmates who had stayed on: “What happened!? Did it sink all the way to the bottom, or did it land on an iceberg and drift to safety?”
“They gave me a blank look,” she tells me. “Looked at me as though I was mad.” “Oops,” she says, “They didn’t get my little joke.”
Undeterred, she tells me with a chuckle , “Next time I’ll ask them what happened with Cain and Abel,” she says . “Did Cain kill Abel in the end?” I’ll ask them.