Three o’clock. Everyone prepared. Annie shuffles about with her walker-rollator. Tony mumbles unintelligibly. At the table, players throw their cards at random.
Family members arrive, take their seats, and watch the clock tick off seconds.
The minute hand hits four. Hasty kisses, weak handshakes and off.
A sigh of relief. Annie kicks aside her rollator and skips across the floor. Tony lights a cigar. The poker players ante up. Music! Golden oldies. Some hit the dance floor. Joe serves drinks at the bar.
Visiting hour is always very rewarding because, for those that put them here, it is sheer hell.