i never knew who would would show up for Lolly’s dialysis treatment.  Some days, Lolly was a pleasant forty-year-old black woman, intelligent, street smart, brightly- dressed and well groomed.  Those were good days.  Sometimes, she presented as a snotty racist older, white lady.  We had to be careful on those days not to seat her near black men she might insult.  I dreaded those times.  They were hard on everybody on the unit.  Lolly as a young black girl wrenched my heart.  She was afraid of men and boys and often cried with hurt feelings. The hardest was the manic young woman who sometimes showed, convinced that dialysis would end her imagined pregnancy.  I loved Lolly, and regretted leaving her when I left that job.  I hope she was treated kindly.