From December 28, 2018
On Wednesday, Walencia gestured that she wanted some juice. She followed me up the back stairs to the second-floor apartment. Giles jumped all over us when we entered the wicker chair room. I gave Walencia a small cartoon of juice from atop the refrigerator. I had expected to go back downstairs, but she just smiled and followed me to my office. I gave her a cookie. She sat down on the couch, looking as if she had no intention of leaving.