A physical therapist showed up at my sister’s house. My sister — a physical therapist — was surprised, because the therapist was there for Mom.
Sis explained that Mom was living at Heritage Grove now. The therapist replied, “This is the address I have for her.”
Mom’s been at HG since late February.
It’s one of those things that make you go, hmmmmmm, and wonder about record-keeping.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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