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was dispensing his evening meds when the guy just barges into the room without knocking and seemed angry to see me there. When he realized I was staff, he introduced himself as Juan's nephew and tried to assure me he was just looking to make sure Juan had settled into his new home. He actually flirted with me."
    The look of disgust on Sue's face and her involuntary shiver make me laugh.
    "That bad, huh?"
    "Ewww. Gives me the creeps, and in the few times I've seen him since, he hasn't let up on the flirting thing. Makes my hair stand on end."
    "So what happened this afternoon?"
    "I hadn't seen him come in, but he came barging into the nurse's station earlier, demanding to know where his uncle was. I assumed he was in his room, but when I suggested it he almost bit off my head. He said he'd checked there first. Then he went storming off and I guess he found him outside your door."
    "Actually no, now that I think about it, he didn't. Juan was visiting with me, upset about something and when he tried to open the door to leave, it was being pulled on from the outside already. The slinky dude, Ernesto? He was right outside and yelled at Juan when he saw him. I think Juan is afraid of him."
    I don't want to share that I suspect Juan may actually be his father, not just yet. Not until I have a better idea of what is going on.
    "Sue, do you know anything more about Juan? About his family? Where he’s from or how he came here?" I quietly ask her, keeping an eye on our surroundings to make sure we won't be overheard. She seems hesitant, focusing on her fingers and fiddling with the rings on her hands rather than looking at me. When she finally does, it’s, with nothing short of fear in her eyes.
    "I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to get into this, Katie. Actually, I'm pretty sure it isn't. When I tried to ask questions about him after my first confrontation with Ernesto, I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to stick my nose where it had no business being." Her normally lively demeanour has completely disappeared. I cover her hand with mine, stopping her twirling fingers.
    "Who told you that?"
    "Our director, Holman. Now please, let's just drop the subject, ok?"
    "Listen. I don't want to cause trouble for you, but I'm worried about the old man. He's been nothing but nice to me since I got here, but I'm not going to make you say or do anything you're uncomfortable with. Go home; relax. Forget I mentioned anything."
    Without saying a word, but offering a little smile, Sue picks up her stuff and leaves. I'm already contemplating what my next move is going to be. Do I risk trying to hack into one of the facilities' computers to see what I can find out, or should I just concede to the whiz kid right off the bat? Hmm. Neil it is.
    Just as I roll my chair back to go drop off the tray at the counter, I catch a shadow in the dining room's entry way. Mr. Sleek and Slinky, Ernesto, is leaning against the wall, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s glaring at me. What the fuck ? I quickly drop the tray on the counter and turn back around, only to find him gone.
    I don't think I've ever hated being confined to this fucking wheelchair more than right at this moment, and without hesitation, I make for the elevators to get up to my room where I can lock myself in and think calmly and rationally. Preferably with the bottle of Glenfiddich I keep for when Caleb comes.
    Caleb. How ironic he just left for a job that afternoon and is the first person that comes to mind when I need to talk. and I need to talk to someone.
    The elevator is empty, thank God, and I find no one roaming the halls when I get to my room. I'm momentarily tempted to try and knock on Juan's door to see how he’s doing, but that might not be wise, so I lock my door, find the bottle of Glenfiddich, a glass and proceed to contemplate my strategy.

    A sharp rapping on my door breaks through my fog. When I peel my eyes open, I can see it's daylight out and I’m still