Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu). Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Bobby felt worse today, so I went with him to the doctor. I’m sure he saw my smug satisfaction when the doctor asked why the devil he went out golfing in a 20-degree wind chill.
The doctor decreed no golf for a week, even if it warms up on Friday.
“Good luck with that,” I said. “Bobby never listens to me, so he sure won’t listen to you.”
So, Bobby’s decided to prove me wrong and vowed to follow the doctor’s orders.
(That’s how I planned it, by the way. Bobby hasn’t figured that out yet.)
But my decision to salvage that strongbox from Angela’s first husband’s storage locker wasn’t so bright. She found it before I could tell her. She was so mad, she almost cursed.
“You had no right,” she barked, after knocking on my door. “I said I didn’t… flippin’… want it.”
“You don’t know what’s inside.”
“And I don’t want to know!”
I let her cool down before I went over to apologize. She’d hand-washed her late ex’s clothes and dishware and laid it all out on the floor. It brought back all kinds of 70s fashion nightmares.
“Why me?” she asked. “Why dump this on me?”
I said he apparently didn’t have anyone else.
“He doesn’t have me, either.”
Seeing his meager belongings ripped open Angela’s old scars. It sounds like she and Mickey were blinded by passion and rushed into marriage before they realized they didn’t like each other. She didn’t say why it ended, but it was clearly a rough patch in her life. They hadn’t fallen out of touch by accident.
I apologized and offered to take the strongbox to the dumpster. I was halfway down the hall with it when she stopped me.
“Wait,” she sighed. “Let me sleep on it.”
I hope a good night’s sleep stokes her curiosity, because I am dying to know what’s in that box.
P.S. Of course, I was going to open it before throwing it away. What kind of fool do you take me for, C?P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.