Early Morning Call in Dementiaville

It's 6:30 a.m. and the phone rings. I know it's Romeo before I roll over in bed to grab the phone off the nightstand. I am barely awake.

"Hello?"

"Hi there."

"Hi, Romeo."

"I had to tell you before I forgot."

"Okay."

"I need some more dental floss."

"Okay. I'll bring some next time I come."

"That will be great."

"Okay. Anything else happening?"

"No. I know it's early, so I'll let you go.

"Okay. Good-bye."

"Ciao."

Later, when I visit Romeo, I take two packages of his favorite dental floss. I open his toiletries drawer and place them with the other two packages already there and make a mental note that I won't have to buy him dental floss for quite some time.