The Eternal Question

Sunday afternoon, sitting at the table in the activities room, looking through the 90th birthday cards again with my mother while the residents watch a video of Silk Stockings with Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse.  On my left is a sweet woman with significant dementia, whose speech is soft and mumbly, and I usually can't understand much of what she says.  But this time she gets my attention and perfectly clearly (though still softly) says, "Do you think this outfit makes me look fat?"