Zenith takes a deep breath and approaches her mother’s bedside, mustering a smile. “Hi, mommy. How are you feeling?” The woman shrugs, a weak lift of the shoulders, watching Zenith warily. “So, mama.. this is Barry. My boyfriend.” The woman narrows her eyes and scrutinizes Barry, then sighs. “I’m sorry, dear. He seems to be a good man, but I still don’t remember.” Zenith manages a polite smile. “It’s alright. I’m sorry for bothering you.”