P is going to kill me. A newspaper reporter called and we talked about the case. Fine. He asked how old P was. I said,"I can't tell you. She'll kill me."
He said, "70s? 80s?"
Okay, "80s."
He called back, on deadline of course, and said he couldn't run it that way. I told him her age, and then said that when she cuts me off, he's going to have to take care of ME in my old age! Ha. He thinks I'm kidding ...
So, how to tell P if she finds out ... I wonder if any of the nurses will figure out she's the one in the article ... what to do ...