Maybe her Grandmother knew it would be their last Thanksgiving together.
Suddenly Sheila shook herself out of her trance. She grabbed for the little pink towel that hung from the pure white pole in her perfectly orderly bathroom. She gazed around the white tiled room that had nothing out of place. Her toothbrush stood at attention in the cup made for it. Her toothpaste lay with the cap in tact in the medicine cabinet out of sight. Not even a water spot was found on the sink or mirror. Everything in her life exuded order.