...feed her juice from a cup. Henry couldn't stand being there and said a quick goodbye and whisked me out of there. He explained how the thought of ever being in a place like that made him sick. We walked down the street and sat at a cafe and had 2 beers and 2 cigarettes each. Then we walked back. We went back into the room and said goodbye to Oma. We wheeled her to a sitting room where about 6 other inmates sat staring at a TV with some cheesy French songstress wheedling out a passionless tune. We said goodbye again and began to walk away, leaving her there basically alone. I was the last one out of the room and as I turned and looked down the dark hallway leading to the TV room, I saw her watch us go, helpless...