Twenty minutes

On we went through the long winter with those sessions of country music. Twenty minutes was usually enough. I could tell when Len got tired.

Those sad eyes closed and his small head, covered with wisps of slicked back brown hair, eased back into his lounge chair. He'd begin to fall asleep then jerk awake not wanting to offend me.
I knew it was time to leave.

Paying attention to a sick a person's body language is so important. I have seen well-meaning visitors miss the clues and stay too long. What signs other than the ones Len gave off, might you pay attention to as a visitor to an ill or dying person?  Your input is valued.