Ike leaned forward and scrutinized the towel-shaped mat on the floor at the side of his bed. A cord snaked from it to an outlet on the other side of his nightstand. “What’s it for?”
Tala thought about lying to him, telling him that it would warm his feet in the mornings, but he was the about the same age as her lolo and he would have wanted her to be straight with the man. “It’ll tell us if you get up in the middle of the night.”
He looked at her with watery eyes.
“I just don’t want you to fall again, Mr. Harris.”