He's a resident, and she comes in at mealtimes to feed him. Cause in this assisted living facility, the services that they provide stop just short of spoon-feeding the residents. Which is why Ken and I were allowed in (after a negative covid test in my case) when Mom took ill and lost the ability to feed herself. By this time, though, she'd partly recovered and could sit at the table and eat normally. (And I was just along for the ride.)
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