Week 15 – Monday
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.
Betty Morgan had a whale of a weekend.
She’s only lived here since October and Saturday was her 80th birthday. Her son, who works on Wall Street, had a huge floral bouquet delivered to her in The Vu’s dining room, where everyone could see it arrive.
She acted surprised, like she hadn’t expected the delivery. I have my doubts. First of all, she’s no Meryl Streep. And second, it seems suspicious that the florist would know to show up exactly as she’d taken her last bite of her lunch. Let’s just say I don’t think flowers were the only thing that were being arranged.
Maybe you think I’m a Jealous Jill, but I wasn’t alone in my suspicions.
“She planned that,” Noreen whispered. “It’s a big look-at-me moment. I bet it’s not even her birthday.”
Well, it was Betty’s birthday because her husband gave her two of her favorite things. An aromatic merlot and a strip of 80 scratcher tickets. Betty was working her way through both of those as we watched “Victoria and Abdul” in the entertainment room today.
“Oh, have mercy! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” Betty cried out in the middle of the film, just when Judy Dench was inspecting the mango.
(That’s not a euphemism, by the way. Her character, Queen Victoria, does actually inspect a piece of fruit.)
We had to stop the movie and turn on the lights so Betty could double-check her ticket. Turns out, our birthday girl had just scratched off a $10,000 prize.
Of course, she had to show the ticket to everybody. And repeat — ad nauseum — her scratch-by-scratch account of how she normally plays the purple tickets with the Mardi Gras theme– and how she first thought the prize was only $100 because some of the leftover scratch-off gunk looked like a decimal.
Maybe I am being a Jealous Jill here. Of course, I’d love to win $10,000. But this little string of good fortune isn’t wearing well with my circle. Even Angela was a little put off – and Angela doesn’t get annoyed by anyone.
I don’t know how long we can deal with her.
LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.