somehow

"How's it going with Nancy?" Max wasn't sure he could offer anything much to Chuck about his visits with her. "She really needs some time from all us, but still, she needs a lot of support. I'm glad you're making some visits."

"Yeah, I just get funny looks, but maybe it'll change," Chuck said as if he had to be upbeat about this. "You think she hears me?"

They were down at the local diner near the hospital having a late lunch.

"Yeah, her hearing is fine."

"Maybe she's ignoring me," Chuck shrugged. "But the Wednesday meetings are up at church. Especially, with the Wednesday night dinner. And we've got the thrift store going. People like that buck for a bag of clothes."

"You've done so much in such little time," Max said. "I'm amazed."

"Everybody seems to like me, but Nancy." Chuck sighed as he chowed down on the liver and onion's special.

"You just keep those visits up." Max nodded. "I'm sure you'll get through to her, somehow."