Week 15 – Wednesday
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.
Well, I found out what Betty Morgan’s squeal was about – and for once, I didn’t hear it from her. I heard it from my husband.
“You see this?” Bobby said this morning, showing me the Hickory Hills Tribune.
There was a long interview with Betty about her oldest granddaughter.
“I didn’t know the Morgans had a supermodel in the family,” Bobby said.
I knew. I‘d heard all about it the week Betty moved in. She told me all about how her granddaughter was an up-and-coming supermodel who’d worked with Heidi.
I needed a vacuum to pick up all the names Betty had dropped.
Brittany Morgan recently did a shoot for the famous “Sports Illustrated” swimsuit issue, a breakout gig for a young woman in her field. That’s why she’d been in the Seychelles last month. But she wasn’t allowed to say why until SI launched its publicity campaign. That campaign was set to start, Brittany called her grandma and grandma called the local paper.
“Will I actually get to read this year’s swimsuit issue, for a change?” Bobby asked. “Or will you intercept it at the mailbox, like you always do?”
My angry glare answered his question.
At lunch, Betty approached our table with a copy of the morning paper. We all acted like we didn’t see her. We made sure there wasn’t any room for her to sit down, and Noreen went on a 10-minute rant about phthalates in cheese — whatever the heck those are – so Betty couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I guess she got the hint because she took the paper to another table.
“That felt mean,” I told the others.
“Do you really want to hear her go on and on about her granddaughter?” Jackie asked.
I did not.
They assured me that Betty would realize she needed to tone down her act and things would soon return to normal. If she doesn’t get the hint, we wouldn’t want to be around her anyway.
I’ll let you know.
LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.