Ira and the Orange Juice

At 4:00 a.m. Leigh came out of room where she was sitting the old woman and told Ira that the old woman wanted some orange juice. Ira said, "OK. But are you sure she's awake?" She's awake. "What is she doing awake at this hour? Is she OK?" She's OK. Leigh went back in the room and the door shut. Ira watched the door close and then looked at the rows of empty open doors on each side of the hallway. She pushed through the saloon doors to the cooking area and opened the refrigerator and reached in, then pulled back her hand and shut the door. She stood by the door for a minute and waited for the door to the old woman's room to open. When it didn't after several minutes she tip-toed to the door and pushed it open. There was no lock on the door. The room was lit by an antique clock lamp that advertised a beer that the old woman never liked her dead husband to drink and by the light Ira could see the shadowed angles in the old woman's face. The old woman was in bed and asleep and asleep in the lounge chair next to the table by the bed was Leigh. Ira waited in the doorway and watched the old lady and waited for Leigh to move but the old lady lay still and Leigh did not wake up. Ira shut the door. She checked the clock and looked at the empty doors again, all open, and stood with one hand on behind her on the counter of the cooking area. She leaned against the hand and watched the old woman's door.