Symptoms

We drove to Asheville for lunch, a play, and dinner. We had a nice lunch and Jenny, who works the front desk, gave us an upgrade on our room. A few minutes ago we got back from the play. Before the show began, I got Kate a bottle of water that she took with her into the theater. At intermission, the man in front of her said something to her about squeezing the bottle and making noise during the first act. She said she didn’t squeeze it. He said, rather sternly, “Yes, you did.” She said she was sorry. A few minutes before the second act began I leaned down to him and told him that she has Alzheimer’s and that it was my fault that she had made the noise and that I just didn’t hear it (which was true). At the end of the performance, Kate tapped him on the shoulder and said something about her mother’s having gone to TCU. Then she asked me what her mother’s maiden name was. It was a good thing I had told the man about her diagnosis. He smiled and asked her if she enjoyed the performance. She told him she had. Then we moved on.

As we were walking back to the hotel, she said, “Where are we?” I said, “Do you mean what city are we in?” She nodded. I told her Asheville. She just said, “Oh.”