Powder me nose

I knocked on Mrs W’s door on my way to class. If I don’t stop on the 2nd floor and pick her up, she doesn’t get the opportunity to come to class. That’s because Mrs. W is on the secure unit. She is harmless and usually pretty happy and ALWAYS dressed to the nines BUT she forgets a lot and is a bit prone to wander so she is on the secure unit. So, after I knock on her door I open it and am greeted with a big smile and that look. That look that says, I know you from somewhere. What’s your name again, she asks me. So I tell her and she smiles. Are you coming with me, I ask her. Well sure, she answers. Just have to powder my nose. And powder her nose she did-with baby powder. She then proceeded to put her lips on and fret about her outfit for a moment before we head out the door. I compliment her on her knitted vest. I made that years ago she says with a smile. We head to the elevator hand in hand.