VISITING MABEL - a story in a hundred words

VISITING MABEL
“You’ve got a visitor, Nan,” Sandra said brightly.“That’s nice, dear. The kettle’s boiling, I’ll make tea.”Aileen looked around. A cushion-filled armchair, an iron warming on the antique range, a chenille cloth hiding the table-legs. Sixty years out of date, certainly, but nothing to suggest the old lady was losing the plot.
Mabel put a cup by Aileen’s elbow and offered a tin of biscuits.“Don’t take the Bourbons – I’m saving those for Gerald.”She touched the sepia photograph that held pride of place on the mantelpiece.“His letter from the front last week said he’d be home soon.”..............................................................People have different ways of coping with grief - who's to say Mabel's way is wrong? Dementia also manifests itself in many different ways, and losing forty years is possibly one of the easiest for the sufferer.Thanks to Rochelle -  https://rochellewisoff.com/ - for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week, even when she's off on a jaunt, and to Valerie J Barrett for the atmospheric photograph.