Mary Lu W8D3

Week 17 – Thursday

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.


Remember when I said no one else would fall victim to one of the phone scams again?

I spoke too soon.

I got back from shopping this afternoon and saw Bobby parked in his recliner, looking very proud of himself.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

I raised a brow.

“Your sister missed her rent payment. I wired some money over so they won’t throw her out into the street,” he said. “She can pay us back later.”

Yes, C. He meant you.

“Who said she missed the rent payment?”

“Her landlord called. She’d put us down as her guarantor, so I took care of it.” He had rewarded himself with his once-a-month beer. “What’s wrong?”

“Tell me you didn’t actually wire any money,” I asked.

Our scam awareness seminar yesterday had a great turnout. But one person wasn’t there. One person who was so eager to play golf for the first time in more than a week that he blew off a seminar that could have saved us…

“Nine hundred and eighty four dollars,” Bobby announced.

I sat down and gave him the bad news. C, I made sure to explain that your apartment is a condo and you own it free and clear. He wasn’t happy, to put it lightly, to realize he’d been had. He didn’t even finish his beer.

So… yeah. I tried to educate the whole building about scams, but wound up neglecting to make sure my own husband got the message. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed.

“Wait,” he said. “They’re calling back tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“They wanted our account information as a safety check on your sister’s missed rent payments,” he explained, looking sick. “I told them you had the checkbook, so they should call back tomorrow afternoon.”


It was lucky, in a way. If I hadn’t been out with the checkbook, Bobby might have given the caller enough information to drain our account. As it was, the scammer thought he had a fish on the line.

We may not get our $984 back, but we might be able to exact a little revenge.

More tomorrow,

LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.