Today I went over my parents to try to pay the owner or his representative for the 12 days I said we would stay. But he wouldn't take it until I looked at his offer and either accepted it or turned it down. I will turn it down, but first I will talk to my dad one more time about it, just in case he changes his mind.
I had a conversation with my mom, who makes no sense at all anymore. She told me how the people who visit her come mostly in the morning and around dinner time. Then they disappear. She seemed disappointed, frustrated, since they sometimes disappear in the middle of a conversation, apparently. But she says she knows they'll be back. I wonder sometimes what it is she is actually seeing, although I know they most probably are evidence of the Loey's body lesions in her brain, pure figments. Something in me wonders.