Mary Mary.....

So as of late my occupation is care giver. From 7 to 7 each night I look after a 98 year old lady named Mary. Some nights Mary sleeps. Some nights Mary does not sleep. Last night was one of the night she decided not to sleep. I thought she was asleep so I sat quietly reading my book. Then suddenly she called me over, looking just ever so happy! I sat beside her bed and leaned close to her ear so she could hear me with out waking anyone else up. "What do you need, Mary?" I ask. She was in an exceptionally good mood. "When do we leave?" She asked. I was completely at a loss. I explained that we were home, and it was time to sleep. She ignored me and started telling me her plan to leave, in the morning, for the train station. "We are going to Pittsburg" she explained. She then proceeded to tell me that I was to bring my two small boys. Boys like trains, she said. I couldn't help but smile. So now I had two small boys? I must admit I didn't recall having two small boys. But if I did, in her mind, indeed have two small boys, who was I to argue? Actually, I tried to argue. She told me I didn't know what I was talking about. And frankly I felt like a horrible mother. "How are we going to afford the fare? Do we have to switch trains? You mustn't worry about the boys. I will look after them." She rambled on more and more making plans for our trip. As she talked, I envisioned it: There I was with my two small boys (From what she said they were about 3 and 4.) and an old lady, who cant not walk on her own, traveling, by train, to Pittsburg. This was fun. Mary stopped talking and waited for me to answer her questions. I told her the fare was being taken care of. I didn't tell her by whom. But if I had to make something up, I think I would have probably said it was by my boys' father. I answered her other questions and told her that if we wanted to leave in the morning...we needed to be rested. I told her goodnight and returned to my book. So she rested for like ten minutes and called me again. She began talking more and I listened. By now it was getting late. She kept on talking quietly more to herself than to me. I let her do so for about an hour before she started asking me about my boys again. By now our little game was tiring. It was almost midnight and we were still bound for Pittsburg. "Mary," I said "we need to go to bed". She looked disappointed I didn't talk more of my boys. She raised in protest, quite loudly so I added "shh, we don't want to wake the boys!" She quieted down for a matter of minutes before forgetting completely about Pittsburg and focusing on the little wit trying to make her stay in bed. "I don't want to sleep. I wanna get up." I talked her out of it and sat in the chair next to her for the next two hours. Sleeping on and off. Waking whenever she would start to talk. She finally fell asleep around 2:30. I was relieved and exhausted. Bless Mary's heart, but when I'm 98 someone will likely plan a trip to Pittsburg with me too. At least....I hope. Because it was inexcusably fun! Just another exciting night at work.