I wonder if the aging of the baby-boomers is going to result in a glut of crime fiction about dealing with dementia, incontinence, and nursing homes? Or are we already there?
Enid suffers from dementia. Can't really speak. Wonders why an adult woman is claiming to be her little daughter.
But when a man slips into her room and starts rifling through her belongings she knows he doesn't belong there. Turns out he's a neighbor. Turns out she's the only one who knows what he's up to, and other people are getting in trouble for his crimes.
Can Enid find a way to reveal the truth? Her solution, very clever indeed, is actually quite biblical.
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