This is V (not the same V as a few posts ago).
She has more visitors than anyone else. Like V her visitors, J and I, have names no one is called any more. V has just had her 70th birthday in the hospice. She is a Christian and many of her visitors are from her church. She received over 100 birthday cards.
She looks at my work: "I like it. It's sharp. I don't like that Impressionist stuff. I don't like rock and roll: I like Shostakovitch. My boyfriend bought me tickets to the ballet. I couldn't go because I had to come here. I gave my ticket to a friend. But it was that Matthew Bourne thing. I don't like that. I like it romantic: frill and tutus..."
V's visitor says, "Will she give you the pictures?"
V answers for me, "No. She has to have them for an exhibition."
I say, "I can make prints and bring them in the next time I'm here."
She says, "You'd better be quick. I won't last long you know."
I say, "Do you think you could last 'til Friday?"
I return on Friday with the pictures as a late 70th birthday present.
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