Mom went to the doctors today. We stopped so she could check in with the receptionist; who asked, "And you are?"
Mom gave her full maiden name.
A name she hasn't used in fifty-three years.
I gulp, I close my eyes, I wait. I was speechless. I couldn't correct my Mother, to let everyone around know that she doesn't remember her own name.
I couldn't think fast enough.
"You might have her under ___ in your records."