Madame G- had woken up to a crisp, fresh morning. She was ready to take on the day; little did she know a tragedy lied only a moment away.
After a brief stretch in the morning sun, Madame G- reached for her dentures, which had seemed to dematerialize over night from her bedside table.
I am sorry, but I have failed you Madame G-
In her distraught nature, Madame G- had but one thought: consult Mr. September Dupoke. Dupoke was the nursing home's retired detective. If he couldn't find the dentures, then no one could! Upon Madame G-'s request, Dupoke began to search for the purloined dentures.
Anyways, today the food court-
After multiple prolonged visits to Madame G-'s room throughout a span of three months, Dupoke still had not found the purloined set of dentures. His worst fear had arisen: failure.
Dupoke returned to the common room to converse with Madame G- about her eternally lost set of dentures. When relaying the bad news, she acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about
As madame G- carried on about her daily dilemmas, Dupoke came to the harshest realization. His eyes fell upon pearly white dentures sliding about in the madame's mouth. Dupin had forgotten that Madame G- had dementia. How could a man so smart be so stupid.