WANT A PIECE OF CAKE?

Dinner time at the nursing home.
Dorothy wheeled over to our table in her wheel chair. She speaks in a strange language. Some think it may be Polish. But she chatters non stop. No one has the faintest idea what she is saying but she keeps going very authoritatively. 

Mrs Bentley may have a had stroke because she has difficulty with motor functions. But she is able to eat with silverware. Spaghetti is a challenge though. She has such a lovely smile. It is like the sunshine. Melts my heart every time. She is really a lovely person. 

Dorothy is chattering and coming in close to Mrs. Bentley who is trying to eat her meal. It takes Mrs. Bentley a long time to process if someone speaks to her. Dorothy is demanding attention. Mrs. Bentley takes a piece of cake with her fork and offers it to Dorothy. I've never heard Mrs. Bentley speak but she says loud and clear, "Want a piece of cake?" to Dorothy. Such a sweet humble offering. Exactly like a child.

Dorothy stops for a minute but then resumes full speed. Since the cake was not accepted Mrs. Bentley tries again, "Want a piece of cake... with frosting?" Maybe adding the frosting will help.

No. Dorothy is chattering on and on unintelligible. 

Mrs. Bentley is working hard to come up with something. Dorothy must want something. She offers her a drink of juice from her glass. Dorothy accepts the glass, drinks and smiles. Mrs. Bentley then drinks from the glass and smiles.
It is quiet.