Passing On

You’re family? the doctor asks.

Yes.

Well, she took a bad fall.

I’d say she blanked. She can’t remember.

We’ll keep her here a while

but she’ll have to find somewhere

with no stairs, I’d say.

At the very least.

Can I leave this to you to pass on?

Yes. I’ll tell her son.

My father.

Her son.

He frowns. Right. Well. Goodnight.