A short story about a serial killer facing dementia, the daughter of one of her victims bent on revenge, and mothers who don’t know when to stop. — Kitty had dementia — she was sure of it. But how could you tell? Could you feel your brain shrink and millions of neurons packing their bags before their departure? Dementia was the rude houseguest because here you were, flashing vacancy signs for all your organs to take up residence…