The anatomy of a decision.

摘要

Rose is not doing well. Her two daughters have taken turns being at her bedside since she was admitted to the hospital. They hold her hand; they bend over to kiss her forehead. When she touches her own thin white hair, they take her favorite white handled brush, the one with the very soft bristles, and gently move the strands back to where they belong. Rose always liked her hair to be just right.