Sheila

Sheila is a marvelous old woman that rolls up and down the halls with her wheeled-walker like a benevolent cop on the beat. She passes judgement --mostly favorable--on everyone she meets and if she must be negative she bends as far forward as she is able and whispers that perhaps someone should have a better attitude or maybe they should get over the loss of a loved one. Then she purses her lips and hums a sighing sound that indicates that she has spoken all that she has to say on that subject.

At dinner she announced to the table that her children worry about her but she doesn't want them to worry, "So I lie. 'No, I haven't fallen down all week. Yes, I have a good appetite and eat most everything on my plate. Yes, I take a long walk every day if the weather is good.' I lie, and they feel better and it hurts nothing."

She steered her wheeled-walker towards the elevator. You could fold her up and put her in your pocket, if you were of the mind to.