What does she have that I don't?

An elderly woman is living out her golden years in a retirement home. One day she spots a newcomer at BINGO. He's a dashing gentleman of about her age and though she's rather a prude she can't help but be flattered when he flirts a little with her. And though she's not sure that it's the godly thing to so, she's frankly thrilled when he returns the flirting in kind and by the time they have slurped up the last of the Jello at dinner, they're an item.

A few days later he asks her - since their together - if she would mind if he slept in her room. He promises not to take advantage of the situation. "I've been alone for many years," he says, "and I just want to be held by someone I care for." Well she's not too sure about this, but she decides to give him a chance. "No funny stuff?" she asks - and he agrees.

Sure enough, they sleep that night in the same bed together and he never makes a move on her. She relaxes. Glad for the company and togetherness. He was right: being alone wasn't nearly as good as holding someone while you slept.

So they try it again a few days later. And a few days after that. Soon it's every day. Just sleeping together in the same bed, holding each other.

And then he misses a day.

Another.

Another.

He hardly comes around or pays attention to her.

She confronts him, "Where have you been? I've been so lonely! Be honest with me, is it another woman?"

He must be honest. Eyes downcast, he admits that it is.

"But what does she have that I don't?"

"Parkinsons."