Where do we start?

With the clothes, I think.  Mrs Jones is propped up on the edge of her bed, by the wardrobe.

“Let’s imagine that you’re going to a hotel for three weeks,” I suggest.  “We’ll pack for that to start with.  Then I can always bring you up more stuff.  Or bring you home to choose more – um – stuff.”

“I don’t see myself coming back,” says Mrs Jones.

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