““What’s her name?” “I don’t know. She looks after Ella Hahn. Takes her to supper.” The receptionist scanned a list of names. “Ella Hahn. She’s in the assisted-living wing. I don’t know the aides over there. What does she look like?” Jason had noticed at least three workers who fit Uh huh’s general description, so that wouldn’t help. And describing a nipple ring, and a tattoo of a skull smoking a joint on her right butt cheek would probably get him thrown out on his ear. “Maybe if you could poin...t me in the right direction, I could ask around.” The receptionist looked at the bouquet in his hand and frowned. “You have to be listed as a guest of a resident, or an employee. I can’t let you go unless you give me a name. For security reasons.” He knew the routine. But on his first trip, the receptionist hadn’t made such an issue of it. Just a single question. Probably because he’d called ahead. “I’m here to visit Ella Hahn, at supper. I wanted to talk with her aide first.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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