I watch as he digs his fingers into the soft, white cheese. I thought for sure he was going to eat the cream cheese, especially considering it’s obvious he hasn’t eaten much yet for lunch. But instead, he starts smearing it on his cheeks like warpaint. He’s actually much better at doing this than he is at feeding himself. He’s emptied almost the entire container of cream cheese onto his face before a nurse whose ID badge reads Betty notices what he’s been up to.
