Snack Group
Melton sits at the table in the corner and you have to watch him like a hawk. I gave him a bowl of potato chips and stood there as he ate them one at a time. As soon as I walked away, he shoved a fistful in his mouth. "Melton! Slow down," I heard over my shoulder. I'd be lost without the cottage staff.
Lori sits at the center table, brushing her blonde dollbaby's hair into a fro. Her nutritional status has been downgraded, so I couldn't give her a snack today. They don't know if she'd be able to swallow it safely. She has one good eye and always seems to be smiling. Across from her is Willis.
Willis, blind and deaf, is the most graceful eater I have ever seen. His hands hover lightly over the food in front of him as he orients himself, then they make the clean trip to his mouth. As I was giving him his snack, Lori pointed to the corner and said, "Go back!" I looked and there was Melton, eyes fixed on Willis' cookies, sneaking out of his chair like a runner stealing third. "Sit down, Melton," I said, "Lori's got your number."