Week 18 – 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.
Bobby isn’t as mad as he was, but he still didn’t want to talk about my joke with the blue pills.
I’ll let it go. His temper can be like a boiling pot on the stove. Just shut off the burner and eventually it will stop bubbling and cool down.
In the meantime, there were plenty of men at The Vu who didn’t mind getting that type of assistance.
“I have gossip,” Jackie whispered at lunch.
Her next-door neighbor is Delores McCoy, a relatively new arrival. Delores had helped herself to a big handful of the blue pills when she heard about Noreen’s stash – and she wasn’t shy about putting them to use.
“She called Doug Bennett over to fix her faucet,” Jackie said. “And from the noises I could hear through the walls, I think he did.”
She leaned in closer.
“He fixed her faucet last night – and again this morning.”
And no sooner had Jackie told me that story than I saw Joe Barton wander into the lunchroom with that same bottle of wine he’d tried to woo Noreen with. He sat down and started flirting with one of the women from the third floor. Before lunch was over, I saw them leave together.
“This place is turning into a meat market,” Jackie said.
Whatever was in the air had flipped a switch for her, too. She did a quick survey of the room and pointed out Thomas Watterson, one of the gentlemen sitting with Ernie and Harriett.
“I’d hit that,” she said.
I don’t know where she’d picked up that jargon, but I had to point out the fly in the ointment.
“Jackie! He’s married!” I said. “And his wife’s been ill.”
“Didn’t say I was going to do it.” She was defensive. “I’m just saying I would. C’mon, Lu. It’s been a while.”
I raised my brow.
“Don’t give me that,” she said. “You have a husband.”
Which I do. And I’d better smooth things over before some other woman’s wandering eye lands on him. By the time you’re reading this, I’ll have a Valentine’s Day card waiting for him.
LuP.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.