Rosie humoured her. Rosie would’ve remembered being married and having children. She couldn’t. So there could’ve been no marriage or children. Rosie was from before when people lived together.
Then the kind lady stopped visiting Rosie. Rosie’s helpers, as Rosie thought of them, said something about “cancer” and “it being so sad”.
Rosie knew cancer was always sad.
But however was she going to know when Wednesday was now?