It was a hot day and her AC was out, but Irene didn’t bother with it. These days, she couldn’t be bothered by much. She had an idle routine, quilting and stitching until the tips of her fingers split. She never really worried about that either, just taped them up and kept working. Day in, day out. Every Thursday morning at noon she would go to a little shop in town and drop off some quilts to get a little spending money for the usual: coffee, toast, thread.