When Carnie arrived, Nurse Judy belived:

Choices:
A. Angry that she was coming to take her job
B. not enough information
C. Happy to see her
D. Nurse was not suppose to come
Nurse was not suppose to come
"It's about to come on. Hurry."
"I'm coming."
Nurse Judy delivered Martha's tray just in time.  It was a frozen dinner, but Judy always transferred it to a fancy plate and prepared a small salad and a bowl of applesauce to go alongside it.
"Looks great, Judy.  Now sit down and let's eat."
Nurse Judy sat down in the recliner next to Martha's bed. The meal she made for herself was similar to Martha's. "Didn't we just see this one a few days ago?"
"I don't remember. But you know it doesn't matter. I love Jessica Fletcher."
It was the only good thing about her failing memory. She could watch reruns of Murder She Wrote over and over again. They were all new to her.
The doorbell rang.
"Whoever it is, just get rid of them. It couldn't be friends or family. They know better than to interrupt my show."
Nurse Judy walked down the hallway to the front door. It was a nurse.
"May I help you?"
"The agency sent me."
"No, there must be some mistake. I've been caring for Mrs. Mason for a couple of months now."
"Oh, great. Why do they keep doing this to me? Mind if I come in and use the phone?"
"Don't you have a cell phone?"
"Yeah, but it's dead. I forgot to charge it last night."
"I hate when I do that. Sure, come on in. What's your name?"
"Carnie."
"Good to meet you, Carnie. I'm Judy. You can use the house phone."
Judy led her to the phone. Carnie picked up the receiver and began to dial. But as Judy turned to walk away, Carnie slammed the phone across the back of her head.
Nurse Judy collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Martha's blaring TV masked the noise.