Lunch hour at the dining table and Don is waiting for the freshest batch of baked chocolate chip cookies. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the table must have been from extra energy or boredom.
Don: When will the funds arrive today?
Kristy: What funds?
Don: The usual.
Kristy: Getting delivered how?
Don: By train.
Kristy: Train from where?
Don: Vegas.
Kristy: A train from Vegas is due to arrive with your funds. Is that correct?
Don: Yes.
Kristy: I am not aware of any train coming to town other than the usual tour train that operates seasonally.
Hours later, he asks me to change his bedding because he’s been sick all day. Not true, but rather than take issue with minor details, I change the sheets and remake the bed. I get him settled in his recliner for the delivery of dinner. He glances his eyes sideways toward the empty clean bed.
Don: When did she arrive?
Kristy: She who?
Again, without looking, but nodding his head sideways toward the bed, he asks the same question. I assure him there is no one in the bed. I tell him there is only room for one person in the bed and that would be him. He still seems skeptical.
Don: She was just here and parked her car between the bed and the recliner.
Delusion is a false belief or judgment about external reality, held despite incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, occurring especially in mental conditions.
Note to Self: In what world does a car fit in between furniture in a standard bedroom?