"Come in. Sit down," she orders. There’s a round table in her room. Two chairs with shawls draped on the backs. He sits in the chair closest to the door and studies the spread of cards in front of him. She looks like a shell of herself when she rounds the bed and takes the seat across from him. Her back is hunched, a cane in her hand, and none of the cheap jewellery she usually adorns herself in.