double solitaire

so. today i played cards with a patient. let's call her Bebe. i'm not sure why, but that's what we're gonna call her. she was in a car accident when she was in high school (i believe) that affected her cognition. she's probably 50? now? but she's very child-like. we got a deck of cards and i shuffled them, but then a patient approached us and quickly picked up the cards and said we could NOT play with them because her name was on them! it was true, and i apologized (i wasn't trying to take anyone's cards!) then Bebe and i didn't know what to do. the rec director went to find us some, but then Bebe got a gleam in her eye and said, "wait! i have a deck of cards!" then she started reaching down into her shirt and pulled out a deck!!! i cracked up (i wish you could have been there) and i said "ms Bebe--i can't believe you keep a deck of cards in your bra!" she was giggling hysterically with me and said, "i don't! i don't wear a bra!" she taught me a game called double solitaire. she was extremely patient with me every time i asked a question. and yall. Bebe was so honest that every time i made a mistake, she'd point it out and let me replay my cards. she grinned and said in her slow, southern drawl, "i try not to be a cheater!" she said her dad taught her to play when he was alive and that the reason the game is so fun is because it's all left to chance. you never know what card is going to come up next. so true, ms Bebe. be honest and have fun because you never know what's going to come up next.