"Do you have a wife?". Bea remarks to my husband as she strokes his arm.
"Would she mind if you had a girlfriend?" Now she is trying to hug and kiss him.
My husband laughs , yet it 's somehow really creepy. And every new day that she sees him she somehow remembers to ask him if he is married. She forgets who I am, yet always seems to remember her feeling for my husband. I never would have thought this would happen in a thousand years. Dinners are now filled with surprise.