Walking

When I roused my mom and asked her if she wanted to take a walk, she said, "Okay, but not walking walking walking." I took that to mean, not a long one. So we did laps in the courtyard. Back inside, the resident we call the sockwalker--a man who seems always to be in motion, never sitting, never talking--tapped my mom on the back and offered her a cookie. She took it and we continued on our way.