Week 18 – Thursday

Mary Lu W11D5

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.


I’m starting this one a little late.

Bobby’s snoring extra loud beside me, and if I looked close, I’d probably see a nice, wide smile on his face. Let’s just say that Valentine’s Day helped resolve the argument I began with my gag gift of little blue pills.

But the holiday wasn’t quite like I’d expected.

When he woke up, I had given him a card with three magic words scrawled on the inside.

“Go play golf.”

I smiled at him.

“But don’t wear yourself out.”

When he got back, he had me put on my fancy dress. We were going someplace nice.

It turned out to be Antonioni’s, a candlelit Italian bistro I’d been eyeing for months. It was worth the wait. The pasta was amazing. And we drank enough wine that I was grateful we’d be taking an Uber home.

Then Bobby dropped some news on me when I came back from powdering my nose.

“Those blue pills you left me,” he whispered. “I just took ‘em.”


“As a joke,” he said. “So I don’t wear myself out.”

He showed me the empty blister pack where four tablets had been.

“You take one,” I told him. “Not all four!”

“How was I supposed to know?”

I borrowed his phone and looked up what to do. His pulse was normal and he wasn’t lightheaded, but we went to Urgent Care anyway.

The doctor, who was probably a week out of medical school, checked Bobby’s blood pressure and asked him if the pills had taken hold.

“What do you think, genius?” Bobby said, pointing to his slacks.

The doc said if Bobby wasn’t showing other symptoms, including hearing loss and vomiting, he’d probably be OK. But if the condition lasted more than four hours, he should go to a hospital. If it went unchecked, there might be a need to amputate.

Bobby’s eyes about popped out of his skull.

He. Was. Livid.

The doctor asked if we lived at The Vu. He said he’d had a couple of similar cases involving Vu residents this week.

It was late when we headed home. I told Bobby I was very sorry. I tried to assure him he’d be fine. Then I revealed a secret that you and I have had for decades.

“I told Carolyn that my nickname for you was ‘Old Faithful.’ You’re so reliable in this department, I could set my watch. And all the years later, that’s never changed.”

That put a smile on his face. And the rest of our evening kept it there.

I helped make sure his condition didn’t last one hour, let alone four. And our marriage is in pretty good shape.

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.

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