She sat on a chair by her mother’s bed with a notebook and her mother dictated endless notes to her. Sometimes they were letters: Dear Parent comma next line…it has been brought to my notice that…did you put a comma after Dear Parent? Mostly they were pure gibberish. Somehow the idea of dictating things, Tilo said, seemed to make her mother feel that she was still the captain of the ship, still in charge of something, and that calmed her down considerably.
