Don’t move the Furniture Chapter 7

Don’t Move the Furniture
Chapter 7 Sybil

Sybil called Elizabeth every day, I presumed it was just to converse and feel connected. A month into our marriage Elizabeth asked me, “Morty I am concerned about Sybil. She doesn’t seem happy. Her husband Charles works a lot of hours which leaves Sybil home alone with the kids. It seems as though she is raising the kids alone. I want to help somehow; I get this dark feeling something is not right.”

I said: “It can be pretty dicey to meddle into someone else’s marriage but maybe a girl day and have a chat over lunch.”

Glad you said that. It is exactly what I was thinking; you just confirmed how I should go about this.” Said Elizabeth

Since Sybil could not get a babysitter I volunteered. I found it funny no one was concerned about leaving the kids with me. They probably would have been had they spoken to Connor first before saying yes.

I know I will have to keep them away from those special brownies; I am sure we can find something fun to do. All elders love when children come for a visit.

Sybil arrived with Jeff and Matilda. The introductions were made and once Sybil and Elizabeth left Jeff spoke up and said; “I am the oldest so I should say what we should do today.”

I looked him directly in the eyes and said: “You must not know all your numbers. I am the oldest and I will say what we will do today.”

Matilda laughed and punched her brother and said: “Mom told you he wasn’t any push over see you should have listened.”

Of course the conversation melted into the shut up one up- man-ship.

I put a stop to it by saying: “Shut up both of you mutts!”

Jeff scowled at me and said: “Were not dogs!”

I said: “You do what I say. If I tell you to bark then you better bark.”

Matilda said: “You can’t make us bark!”

I laughed and said: “Oh I have my ways by the time I am done with you; you will be chasing your tails and barking.”

By the looks on their faces they were convinced I was crazy enough to do just about anything.

Now that we had the pecking order established we started out for the activities center.

As soon as we walked in the door there was a round of awes and oh’s, aren’t they cute. Neither Jeff nor Matilda was impressed with the attention until I took them into the exercise room. They each took turns on the machines until they got bored. Jeff was the first one to say he was hungry. I took them to the dining room, sat them at a table and walked over to the kitchen and asked Mark if he could give us some soup and grilled cheese. I like this facility they are so accommodating, especially when there are children involved.

We finished lunch; I then took them over to the gaming room where we could watch a card game. Jeff said he was good at poker, he sat down at a table and asked if there was anyone who wanted to play a game of poker. Two guys sat down and the game began. By the time they were done each man gave all their nickels to Jeff. I patted Jeff on the back and congratulated him. To my surprise he shared his winnings with his sister. Later I found out it was hush money since Sybil did not want him playing poker.

I called Elizabeth to ask how much longer they would be, she said probably an hour. I told her no problem I could find one more thing to keep them occupied.

I took the kids into the gathering room where everyone goes just to kick back and chat. I said to them; “I am going into the library to see if there is a book I could read to you. Your mom and Aunt Elizabeth will be back in an hour. They both nodded their heads as I walked away. It took me longer than I thought it would. By the time I got back Jeff and Matilda were on the floor playing with something. At first I had no idea what they were playing with until Mel walked over and said: “They looked bored so I figured they would have fun playing with some of the toys I had in a box.”

The first thought that came to mind was “Oh Shit.”

Just then Lucy came around the corner with a plate full of brownies. I put up my hand and said: “Lucy you will not corrupt these kids.”

Lucy laughed and said: “OH, Morty these are kid recipe brownies.”

I answered: “Okay I was just making sure since I am their step grandfather now.”

Lucy also had single cartons of milk to go with the brownies. I patted her on the back and said: “I bet you are the best grandma around.”

Lucy said: “Oh thank you Morty that means so much to me.”

Just as the kids finished their brownies and milk I received a text from Elizabeth saying they were home. On the way back to the condo my gut when in a knot when both kids started to chatter up a storm about their dad and how he likes to keep secrets. I knew I was in trouble so I asked what kind of secrets. Jeff said: “The one about the lady who stopped by our table at Chucky Cheese and asked directions to dad’s office because she said she must be in the wrong spot since the man taking care of her file was not at his office like he said he would be.”

My first thought was, I am going to kick his fathers ass.

We walked in the door Jeff was still chattering. I stopped listening 5 minutes ago. Sybil spoke up and asked: “What did you do to my kids?”

I shrugged and said, “ Lucy said they were Children recipe brownies.”

Elizabeth bust out laughing. Jeff finally shut up and laid on the floor and went to sleep. Matilda was snoring on the sofa.

Sybil said: “I thought your Daughter in law Kay Lee was joking. You really are a pain in the ass.”

I handed Sybil Connor’s business card and said: “Jeff and Matilda was chatty on the way back here. I believe you may need some legal counsel.”

Sybil looked at the card and then back at me and said: “Aunt Liz already gave me a card thank you I have an appointment in 15 minutes. Hope you do not mind having the kids for a little while longer?’

No I don’t mind looks like they will be sleeping off the brownies.” I answered

Before I leave what was Jeff going on about vibrating toys?” Sybil asked

I shrugged looked over at Elizabeth whose eyes were wide as saucers. I said in my defense, “I went to the library to find a book to read the kids by the time I came back to the gathering room the kids were on the floor with the toys and Mel came over said he thought they looked bored. Would you explain to Sybil while I go out and get myself some beer?”

Elizabeth answered:” Sure but next time bring something home for me while Mel is not looking.”

I laughed headed out the door and I was relieved to hear both the girls laughing. Once Sybil divorced her husband Jeff and Matilda spent a few days a week with us while their mother was working. I was surprised I started to enjoy having those Mutts around. We now have this thing we do anytime someone says something we don’t like we start to bark.

 

 

 

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 6

Don’t Move the Furniture

Chapter 6 Reality check

Connor had the best solution to the Sybil problem, he drew up a living trust for Elizabeth, and he added the stipulation that if anyone of the kids raised a fuss as to how the estate would be distributed they would be immediately disinherited.

Kay Lee is a gem she loved the fact that Elizabeth and I were married and she couldn’t wait to meet Sybil. Kay Lee has a dark mischievous side which I adore. The kids arrived all at once. The normal introductions were made and the first one to speak up was Clay he shook my hand and said, “Glad to meet you, my aunt, Elizabeth tells me you’ve swept her off her feet.”

I laughed and said, “She has that backward.”

Clay smiled giving my hand another shake. Nice guy, I think we will be just fine together. Next Estelle came over gave me a hug and said she was glad I was part of her Aunts life. Now I am wondering what Sybil would say. She did not say a word nor did she even acknowledge my existence. I walked up to her gave her a hug and said, “Nice to meet you, Sybil.” She did not exactly scowl but she did tense up.

I watched how she interacted with her brother and sister. She went over to Elizabeth and whispered something in her ear. Elizabeth gave her a rocking hug wrapping her arms around her as though she was an injured child. That is when it dawned on me this was not about the inheritance this was about her feeling as though she is losing her aunt. I asked everyone if they want something to drink help themselves, I gave the full list of refreshments available. The grandkids already had their juice boxes. My son Connor grabbed a beer, as did Kay Lee. Estelle poured herself an ice tea, Clay grabbed a beer and I poured and handed a glass of wine to Elizabeth and Sybil. Sybil finally made eye contact which gave me the opportunity to say, “Sybil, I am the sort of man that is good at sharing. You are not losing your Aunt you are gaining a crazy old fart.”

Her eyes widened with surprise I heard everyone else laugh. Sybil started to cry as she wrapped her arms around Elizabeth.

Clay blurted out, “Oh for heaven’s sake is that why you have been such a pain in the ass?”

Sybil spoke through her sobs, “Mom’s gone all I have is Aunt Elizabeth.”

Kay Lee went over to Sybil placed her arms around her and said, “I could really use your help with the old fart.”

Sybil laughed and blew her nose. She came over to me and gave me a hug then said, “Give me any trouble old fart and I will kick your ass!”

Another round of laughter Connor asked everyone to sit down around the dining table because he needed to talk to everyone. The kids were watching a video so the adults did as they were asked.

Connor went through the living trust he set up for Elizabeth explaining each detail. Once everyone was done with questions they seemed to be happy with the results. Sybil said to Elizabeth, “Aunt Elizabeth you do know it was never about the money? I just did not want to lose you.”

Elizabeth said: “You have not lost me you have gained an Uncle.”

No one picked up on that right away. Finally, Estelle said, “Wait! Gained an Uncle?”

I said, “Yes we were married last week. I promise it was not a shotgun wedding.”

Once it finally registered what happened another round of greetings went around the table. This time it was more amiable.

The meal went splendidly, we said our goodbyes as each of the family members left. I turned to my wife picked her up and took her to bed.

The next morning I asked Elizabeth why the spouses did not come with the kids. She said she had asked Clay and he said they felt this was more of an immediate family issue, besides the spouses begged off not wanting to get in the middle of a feud.

I was glad Sybil came to terms with my relationship with her aunt. I am glad to have more grandchildren to spoil given the chance I will teach each one how to be a pain in the ass.

 

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 5

Don’t Move the Furniture

Chapter 5 Meeting the family

Elizabeth and I went out to breakfast. She started to tell me of the chaos it caused when she told her nieces and nephew she was seriously seeing someone. Her niece Sybil (which by her description was aptly named)

Sybil picked up Elizabeth and was the first to go off on her about getting into a relationship at her age. Sybil gave her all the cliche reasons why she shouldn’t get involved. 1.after your money 2. do not really know him 3. you will regret not enjoying singleness 4. should play the field. 5 repeated #1

I Told Elizabeth, Sybil was in it for the money she is worried about her inheritance and how dare you to risk it all.

Elizabeth nodded in agreement. The nieces and nephew and their spouses were in Sybil’s backyard when they started to argue among themselves. It bothered Elizabeth that upon Sybil hearing about the relationship she quickly called the rest of the clan to tell them they needed to have an intervention. She told her brother and sister they should get babysitters this needs to be adults only.

While Sybil’s brother Clay and sister Estelle were arguing among themselves one of Sybil’s neighbors came over to see what the commotion was. Janice the neighbor whispered to Elizabeth ‘Would you like me to drive you home?’

Elizabeth readily said yes. Sybil was upset that her other siblings did not agree with her assessment. They believe their aunt should live her life to the fullest.

I said ‘So there is hope that this will calm down. Not that Sybil will come to her senses but if she gets into my face I will set her straight.’

Elizabeth said ‘I know I can count on you no matter what I say to that girl, she never listened to me’

Elizabeth explained she wanted to give the kids a couple of weeks before she invited them over for a meal. She will make the stipulation that if they do not bring the kids they need not come.

I love the woman’s spunk so I suggested “Elizabeth, let’s have a bit of fun with them. I have a friend who is a real estate agent. I could borrow one of his for sale signs and place it in front of your place.”

She smiled and said ‘ I am ahead of you Morty. I am wondering what you would think of me moving in here. I like where your place is set off to the side and have woods off the deck. Gilbert my neighbor was talking with his friend John about friends of his wanting to move here but there were no units available. I told Gilbert that mine might be available fully furnished.’

I leaned back and said ‘I love the idea and would like to up the ante. Let’s get married. Not tell anyone. Then spring it on your family at the dinner. Also, I would like to invite Connor and Kay Lee as well as the grands. I will give Connor heads up on the whole ordeal. This would be one way to once and for all put Sybil in her place.’

Elizabeth took a breath and said ‘I will give Gilbert a call. You let Connor know. After I have moved in we can set the date and time.’

I said ‘First things first let’s go to city hall and tie the knot.’

She agreed, she went home changed into a beautiful beige silky dress, pinned her hair up added a little jewelry and makeup. Stunning she is stunning.

When we arrived home at our place I did my best to do the groom thing. I unlocked the door picked her up in my arms to carry her over the threshold. I nearly dropped her but we made it through the door laughing like two little kids.

After we disrobed and sealed the deal with an under the sheets meal, we showered and began to make the phone calls. I told Connor about Sybil and her siblings. Then told him Elizabeth and I were married. He laughed and said ‘Oh Gawd Dad you are a pain in the ass, did you not consider a prenuptial agreement?’

I told him no, I believe I am a good judge of character also with the irrevocable living trust I believe the inheritance was set. Maybe that is needed to put Sybil’s mind at ease but first I want to have my fun with her.

 

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 4

Don’t Move the Furniture

Chapter 4 While she is gone

 

I know the adage ‘while the cat’s away the mice will play’. In this case, I plan on being an absolute gentleman. I do not want to ruin things between Elizabeth and I. Since we have been seeing each other I have not kept up with what is going on with Paula. Nor Mel for that matter I wonder if Martha and Mel have been up to more antics?

I did not see Elizabeth off the next morning her niece was picking her up. She said she would use the three days to slowly let the family know about our relationship. Elizabeth then planned on having the immediate family over for a meal and introductions.

I decided first to call Rick and get an update on him and Paula I waited till what I thought was a respectable time to call 8 am. The phone rang a woman’s voice answered I asked for Rick. Rick came to the phone “Yah what can I do for you?”

I said, “Hey Rick I guess I am calling at a bad time?”

Rick said, “Hold on.”

In a few moments, he came back on the line and said “That was Paula who answered I needed to say goodbye to her. She is late for work.”

Smiling to myself I said, “I did not recognize her voice hope she didn’t recognize mine as well?”

Rick laughed and said:  “She thought it was someone from my work.”

I said “Good. So I am assuming things are going well between the two of you?”

Rick said “I do not kiss and tell but I will say this I owe you a thank you. Paula is intelligent and interesting. Nothing like many of the bubble heads around here. She is a bit headstrong but that is no problem.”

I told Rick I was glad to hear it. After our conversation, I had coffee and some breakfast. While I was cleaning up after breakfast my phone rang it was Elizabeth she was crying “I told my niece Sybil that I was seeing someone and she had the audacity to say to me ‘Oh Aunt Liz your too old for that sort of thing.’ I let her have it with both barrels and told her in no uncertain terms to ‘Buck up buttercup’ the rest of the ride was done in silence. I am only calling you because I needed to vent before I go downstairs and listen to the rest of the choir.”

I cannot believe I said, “I love you Elizabeth and if you want me to come there to be your back up you know I will at a moment’s notice.”

My heart hammered in my head hoping she wasn’t going to pull away. I was pleasantly gifted with “I love you too Morty how silly of us not coming right out and saying it yesterday. It is so immature of us isn’t it?”

I laughed and said we need some of the immaturity to have fun so let’s not grow up too soon. I heard someone calling her name. Elizabeth hung up I grabbed another coffee and headed out to the activities building hoping there was something going on that would keep me out of trouble.

As I walked through the door I could hear banter over a card game going on. Pinochle between the girls and the guys. I decided to sit off to the side hoping to glean some juicy gossip about Mel and Martha. It did not take long when John spoke up “Hey Morty did you hear that Mel and Martha went on a cruise? They got in some kind of trouble and they were told at the second port they needed to find another way home or stay in their cabin the rest of the way.”

 

I smiled and said “Really? What were those to love birds up too?”

 

John said “They were trying to get other couples to wife swap, even the young couples. I guess the young couples were the ones that made the fuss. The way I heard it some of the older couples were game for the game.”

Lily was shaking her head “In this day and age the diseases you can pick up with that sort of behavior.”

 

John laughed and said “Mel can barely pick up what he needs for the game how in the world would he pick up a disease? Plus with all the Ben Gay and lubricant I do not think much could get passed the rest of the wrinkles.”

 

We all started to laugh I looked over to the observation window and noticed Paula standing there giving me the signal she wanted to talk to me.

 

I walked out hearing Lily tell John to behave himself and not be crude.

 

‘Hey, Paula how have you been?” I said

 

‘Actually pretty good can you keep something to yourself?’

 

‘Sure what’s up?’

 

‘I want to thank you for introducing me to your friend Rick. I also want to know what you know about him.’

 

I told her all the gory details of the three people in my life which passed within days of each other and what a vital role Rick had played in the events and subsequent days following, Rick became a very close friend of the family.

Paula seemed to like what she heard. She then asked a question I was not sure I should be honest when I answer. “Did you bring Rick here for me to meet?”

 

I took a moment to ponder how I would go about telling her. I did not want it to sound like what it was, a set up by both me and Rick.

‘I had feelings for you that I knew you would not reciprocate and being the controlling old fart I am I figured I would see to it you met men I would approve of.’

I started to sweat hoping she would take it in the manner I meant it.

 

She looked at me ‘Morty if you were 10 years younger there would be no holding me back. Your grand gesture is a bit chauvinist. But knowing who you are the gesture does not offend me. All I ask is that you no longer meddle in my personal life.’

 

I told her I would not as long as she sticks with Rick. Beyond that, I make no promises. She laughed asked about Elizabeth and I. I gave her the short version not embellishing on our embellishments if you know what I mean?

It was my turn to ask a question “What is going on with Mel and Martha? I hear they were about to be kicked off a cruise liner for indecent proposals?’

Paula rolled her eyes and said ‘Because of privacy issues all I can say is their vacation was cut short. They are flying back”

 

I nodded and wondered if they would also be restrained on the plane for trying out the mile high club.

After talking to Paula I wandered around lost for what to do with myself. I felt this way when my wife passed. I told myself I would never feel this way again. Yet alas here I am befuddled by this thing called love. Hoping she will find an excuse to come home early.

I am considering calling her to give her pointers as to how to start a fight leaving them believing they did something wrong and giving her a reason to call me for a ride home.

Yet I know she loves those kids even when they are being donkeys.

 

As I was walking back to my place the thought occurred to me. I need to rent an old video and invite people in for some nostalgia. I could order some pizza, chicken wings. Have a beer, wine, and mixed drinks. If I get stinking drunk I will sleep for a couple of

days by then Elizabeth will be home. I stopped by the fountain halfway between my place and the activities building. There are benches there to sit and enjoy the roses I guess. I sat down made a few calls. Some of those I invited are from the facility others from my old neighborhood. All in all 8 people said yes. Now onto the video store for Casablanca. Everyone voted for that movie.

 

Everyone was to arrive at 6 pm we would eat, drink, and mingle then at 8 pm the movie starts. Some brought lawn chairs other large pillows for the floor. We had a lot of laughs as we joked about old times. My new friends talking to my old friends hoping to find out things they could use against me. What they found out was that I was respectable and boring when I was married. I did not turn the corner until I was left to my own devices.

 

As it turned out we not only had the items delivered from the pizzeria, there was a smorgasbord of potluck items. I lost track of who all showed up. This is very reminiscent of what happened to me in high school, a simple invite to a few close friends brought out the entire school. No matter I am having fun drinking beer and eating myself silly. Still wishing Elizabeth was here she would have had fun as well.

 

I looked at the clock it is now midnight. I am feeling light headed and need to take a walk to clear my head. Being that all my company is adults I can leave them alone for a

moment, I hope. The thought of Karma did occur to me. Had it not been for Elizabeth coming into my life, I would have come up with some shenanigans.

My intent was to sit by the fountain. I stood looking at the fountain and without hesitation, I decided to disrobe to my skivvies and sit in the fountain hoping to clear my head. Not sure how long I sat there with my eyes closed when I heard a familiar voice say “Can I join you?” Opening my eyes I thought it was an apparition. Elizabeth was standing with a grin on her face eating a brownie. She at least kept her clothes on. I tapped the water as if it were the sofa. Elizabeth stepped in as she shoved half the brownie in her mouth. I asked where she got the brownies she told me “at your party one of the residents brought two batches to share. I must say they are pleasant”

I laughed out loud and said “That is Lucy’s specialty. I wondered why my head felt fuzzy.”

Elizabeth leaned on me. We were enjoying the coolness of the water spraying over us when a flashlight was stuck in our faces. A man in uniform said “Okay kids the party is

over. Get out of the fountain. If you are the guy who is having the party I want to advise

you to tell your guests to go home. No one should drive, calling a cab would be the best bet.”

 

I laughed again looked over at Elizabeth she was giving him the finger. I said, “Excuse her rudeness officer she has never eaten a brownie before.”

He said “This one time I will let it go as long as you take my advice. By the way don’t you think you are too old for this sort of behavior?”

I said “Obviously not and son I hope in your golden years you will not be either. Also, hope that if you are caught not acting your age a kind fellow will give you good advice.”

To his credit, he laughed.

I got out helping Elizabeth step out of the fountain. I put my long sleeve shirt around her and did not bother putting my dry clothes on. We walked back to my place hand in hand. By the time we arrived the party was already dispersing. There were three cabs out front with gray-haired Q-tips climbing in the back seat.

 

I was pleasantly surprised my place wasn’t trashed. Much of it was cleaned up. There were dishes in the sink and no one was sleeping in Papa bears bed.

I dried off. Gave Elizabeth one of my shirts we climbed into bed. I decided to wait till morning to ask her why she was home so early.

I was the first one up bright and early, 9 am. I was feeling foggy but no hangover which I actually deserve a hangover. It must have been the cold water from the fountain.

Smiling to myself I started the coffee. The thought did occur to me that it may be too soon to ask Elizabeth to marry me. Seeing her climbing into the fountain to be with me just caused my sentimentality to surge. What did I do to deserve another special woman in my life? I really thought I lost all hope of being in love again. This time around the love is different. Elizabeth is fun, Marie was warm and maternal. Marie was a great housekeeper, mom, and wife. I am not even sure how to explain the difference to myself.

I heard Elizabeth start the shower, I pulled her clothes out of the drier brought them into the bedroom, made the bed, laid her clothes out. I went back to the kitchen to fetch us both a cup of coffee. By the time I returned to the bedroom Elizabeth was pulling her top

I was smiling ear to ear as I handed her a cup of coffee I said “Good morning beautiful. You do not know how pleased I was to see you were home.” Then I blurted it out “Elizabeth will you marry me?”

My heart started to pound in my chest. Damn what did I say, why didn’t I wait?

She took the coffee step towards me, kissed me and said “Not yet big boy.”

She added, “You have to meet the family first, not that they would be invited.”

I smiled and realized the answer was actually yes.

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 3

Don’t Move the Furniture

Chapter 3 Monday Madness

As I walked into my kitchen on Monday I started to take stock of everything that happened since Marie passed 2 years ago.

Day of the funeral my daughter Connie was so distraught she had an asthma attack. They could not revive her. We buried her next to her mother 3 days later. Brent, Connie’s finance was so distraught at the funeral he screamed obscenities at God. Left the cemetery. The police report stated there was alcohol involved when he hit the tree. We buried him next to Connie 3 days later.

My son Connor was a bulwark of faith and strength. He got that trait from his mother. Marie had a way about her, which calmed the retarded teenager in me. Early in our marriage, she watched me wind myself up about something as trivial as the yapping neighbors dog. Before I had a chance to plot the little rat canines death Marie had me planning what color to paint the kitchen or what tree to plant near the azaleas.

I am not good on my own. I will admit I am a better man due to Marie’s gentle and kind heart. Proof that I am not 100% rehabilitated my latest Neanderthal adolescent acting out.

I realized this morning I have feelings for Paula. Realistically being nearly 20 years her senior would not be good, for her. What I can do is set her up with someone I believe is good enough for her. Being she is independent in thought and deed my planning and execution will have to be stealth

Any of Connor’s associates are out of the question, unlike Connor they are ambulance chasing minions.

Rick Nagel would be my choice. X navy seal, paramedic. Manly enough to go toe to toe with Paula. Heart of gold. Good friend to our family. He took care of Connie and did his best to save her. Also was with us when we were informed about Brent’s accident.

With Rick I will be straight about my intentions, to be sure he would be interested. I picked up the phone chatted with Rick, we made arrangements to meet for coffee so I could give him the low down on Paula.

We sat chatting for awhile. Rick is good at what he does I had no idea I talked for an hour about myself, how I was doing, my antics, Paula when I finished I sat staring across at Rick and said: “You son of a bitch you got me doing the whining little bastard routine.”

Rick laughed and said “Really? And you do not feel any better?

I nodded and said, “I do it did help sort out a few more compartments in my baggage.”

After paying we agreed the best approach is for Rick to accompany me to the activities building on the premise that I was showing him around.

We walked in the front door and I burst out laughing. Someone had moved all the furniture. Paula was standing with her hands on her hips turned her head to look at me. I raised my hands in surrender and said: “I didn’t do it I have an alibi.”

Rick played along “I can only attest to the last 4 hours.”

She smiled nodded looked directly at Rick, he did his handsome grin. Paula walked over for introductions. Her hand was out to Rick as she introduced herself. Rick did his part and held the hand for a count. Now that is out of the way I asked Paula “Do we have any suspects?”

She looked at me and said “Copycat in all areas of your escapades.”

I raised my eyebrow and said, “Excuse me?”

Paula had a twinkle in her eyes but kept a straight face “Seems Mel decided to date one of your X conquests Martha. Seems she is a bit of an exhibitionist now that you showed her the initial thrill.”

Oh, I smiled thinking I could show Paula the same thrill and said: “How can you be so sure it was Mel and Martha?”

Paula said “Because at Breakfast the whole place was in a twitter about what they saw on their way to the dining area. Martha without even a blush proudly said ‘Instead of criticizing you should all try it!’ Mel swaggered in leaned over and gave Martha a wet kiss.”

I shook my head and burst out laughing. I never figured Mel had it in him. Guess I was wrong about Martha as well. Rick did not show much of what he was thinking. He stood quietly and listened to the banter back and forth between Paula and I. Finally he broke his silence and said: “Maybe this facility needs a designated activities room for adult entertainment.”

Paula and I both laughed I said: “Oh what could go wrong?”

Paula still laughing said “Oh the liability when one of the women get pregnant.”

We all stood laughing when one of the residents came up with a stern look on her face and said “You all are a disgrace. This is not a laughing matter. This needs to be dealt with I am offended by this behavior!”

I leaned over gave Lucy a peck on the cheek and said “Oh sweetheart I remember those brownies you baked for me. Do not stand there being spiritually superior.”

Well, that put an end to her complaints. Paula looked at me and said “And on top of everything else do I have a dealer in this place? I feel as though this is a frat house for heaven’s sake.”

I said “Well I could give you the low down on who has all the sex toys. Mel used to sell them for a living he still has connections. When we set up that special activities room make sure there is a trapeze, handcuffs and such.”

That comment just made her spin on her heels and walk away.

I looked at Rick and said “Sorry I screwed that up I had hoped the conversation would go a little longer.”

Rick said “No problem I will take it from here. I already got the go ahead.”

I know the question was written on my face Rick laughed, shrugged and walked towards Paula. I stood back looking on. Rick leaned over said something quietly to her, she smiled and nodded her head. Rick turned walked up to me gave me a goodbye handshake and took his leave. I stood there dumbfounded.

Now what to do with the rest of the afternoon. I think I should go ask Lucy to bake me some brownies. I could keep her entertained while the brownies were in the oven.

As I was walking out the door in the direction of Lucy’s condo I was confronted by this very elegant looking woman about my age and height for that matter. She had white hair, tanned skin that should have more wrinkles. Eyes the color of the sky. The sight of her made my knees weak. The heck with Lucy I have to find out who this ravishing creature is. I strolled up to her with my best George Hamilton swagger and smile. Reached out my hand to introduce myself. She looked directly at me and said “No introductions needed your famous around here amongst the female residents. I will not shake that hand because I can only guess where it has been tickling. My name is Elizabeth Compton. Don’t you dare call me Liz or any variation.”

I stood there smiling looking directly at her and said “I assure you before and after I dine I always wash my hands”

She actually laughed and said, “Yes you are living up to your reputation as a scoundrel.”

We both just stood there for a moment before I came to my sense’s “May I take you to The Melting Pot Bistro in town for lunch?”

What time would you be picking me up?”

How about right now?”

Oh, my I am not at all presentable for lunch at a Bistro.”

Darlin you are the most ravishing woman I set eyes on. You are more than presentable.”

With that, I put my arm out for her to hold and escorted her to my car. Suave right?

Opening the door of my car, after she settled in I gently closed it walked around the front of the car so she can get a good look at my ever handsome being. I sat down, put my seat belt on put the key in the ignition and said: “How long have you been at Pleasant Ridge?”

She answered “Just little over a week. Moved in after my house sold I decided I did not need to live in a big house with a big backyard all by myself. My husband of 40 years passed away 2 years ago. It took me awhile to let go of the place. It was my dream house. My dream died so it was time for me to leave.”

That sent tears to my eyes I had felt the same way when Marie passed. Just like my dream died. I told Elizabeth what I was thinking. We drove in silence to the Bistro. Now I was hoping we could get back to the congenial conversation after that.

I wasn’t disappointed. Once we were seated the owner of the establishment came over She is also the chef. She told us the specials and asked if we would like wine she then suggested two that would go with what we ordered. After she left the table I looked at Elizabeth she was sipping her wine with such precise delicate moves I said “You really are stunning, and no I do not say that to all the women. I have only said it to one in my life.”

She smiled a sweet sincere smile and said “Thank you it is so kind of you to say. You don’t remind me anything of my husband Joe.”

I laughed out loud and said, “Good because my ego could not take comparisons.”

That made her laugh as well. This Monday is going much better than I expected. After a glass of wine each our meals came. She ordered Shrimp in garlic sauce over penne noodles, I ordered the prime rib sandwich with a salad.

We chatted about ourselves between bites. I learn they had no children. She adopted dogs, trained them and used them as therapy dogs. Her husband was a Veterinarian and a Vietnam vet. I told her what I did and how people naturally assume I am an attorney and how I use it to put people off their game. She said her husband would have liked me. That statement left me wondering if she was ready for a relationship. Once I laid eyes on her I knew I was ready.

After a few times out together, breakfast, lunch, dinner some meals I grilled. Elizabeth asked me just as we were settling in to watch a video we rented. Picture this; she was standing in front of me, the remote in my hand. Looking down at me she asked, “What is wrong with me?”

I was astonished beyond reason. It is rare I have been left wordless. This should be marked on the calendar I did not have any satirical come back. I said, “Nothing is!?”

She pressed her knees against mine and said “The other women in this facility said you were a hound, baying after whatever was under a skirt. Yet you have not made any move in that direction. I am not an exhibitionist I like to keep my crazy private.”

Well, you have to know what all my parts thought about that as I was mulling this over in my mind. I said, “what do you have in mind I was wanting a long term relationship, not a one-night stand.”

She said, “If you do not want to be compared to my first then you will need to get creative.”

By the time she was done saying that in what seemed like one move she had my belt off pants and underwear down around my ankles. Lifted her dress enough to straddle me. Put go juice on me and sat down with pleasure. I am here to accommodate.

We finally disrobed to the bone of nakedness. I turned on the stereo we danced literally cheek to cheek, hip to hip, and the full frontal Monty. From there we danced the dance of demons, not angels. Oh, what a night was a lyric we both sang when we were finished.

After pulling our clothes back on Elizabeth told Me she was going out of town for a few days to visit family.

Morty asked, “Would you like me to drive you?”

Elizabeth said “No. Soon you will meet my family. I have not told them about us yet. I wanted to first decide what we are?”

Morty said, “I hope we are an item.”

Elizabeth said, “ I believe we are and can be more.”

Morty said, “Good then we are on the same page.”

Elizabeth went for her purse and Marty said: “Aren’t you staying?”

Elizabeth answered “I need to sleep in my own bed so I can be rested for the trip. I will be gone for 3 days do you think you can behave till I get back?”

I laughed and said I would give it my best shot.

 

 

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 2

Don’t Move the furniture

Chapter 2 The company picnic

I agreed to go with Paula to the company picnic. The main reason for my accepting the invitation was curiosity. Why is this 55-year-old businesswoman asking a 70-year-old retired Architect out? When I arrived to pick her up she was in a soft flowing yellow sundress, with strappy sandals and wide brim straw hat. Yes, I notice things like that Marie modeled for catalogs she would put an outfit on, twirl around describing the outfit as they do in the catalog. We were easily entertained. This woman is boggling my mind. One minute I think of her as Neo Woman next thing you know she looks feminine and wispy.

After I closed her door, set myself down on the driver’s seat I turned to Paula and asked: “Paula I want to know straight up why on Gods green earth did you ask me to this function?”

Even though you wrote a great letter Corporate gave me the choice of quitting or being fired. I chose to quit because it looks better on my resume. I decided to poke at the hierarchy with our presence.”

I laughed so hard Paula’s icy veneer gave way and she joined in. Wiping tears from my eyes I said “Well you know what I say? Thanks for including me and game on!”

Turning to me she asked “How do you want to play this? I bow to your expertise.”

Smiling I said “Well you sure know how to puff a guy up. Well if we walk hand in hand it may add fire to the flames which may look badly on your resume.”

She nodded while I continued “Play it easy as if we belonged there. Stay long enough that the right people take notice. Leave everyone with a good feeling and a lingering question. ‘What the heck were they doing here?’ That should pretty much sum up a response from the Corporate jerks.”

Nodding again she said “I like it. Will do.”

Okay, Paula afterward may I suggest where to have lunch? I am thinking Anabel’s we can sit on the porch sip margaritas, enjoy the surrounding and nibble on a great lunch.”

She loved the idea which left me wondering if there were more motive than just sticking it to the man. Paula is not my type but a ride around the block is not out of the question as far as I am concerned. I guess I need to play it easy as well.

Parking the car I took a moment before getting out of the car to take in the lay of the land. I wanted to know how many families and how many singles. This will help me determine the dynamics of the group. I got out slowly a few heads turned. I stretched and slowly walked over to open the door for Paula. She had a slight grin on her face. Not all who are attending this function will know who I am. I did notice one woman I had seen before in Paula’s office. Paula slowly emerged from the car stepped away from the door ever so slowly. As I closed the door she smiled and waved at someone. They waved back. I did not hold Paula’s hand but I did the gentile move by placing my hand slightly on the small of her back. Yet keeping my distance. This move old timers would consider a dance direction move. The guy is letting the girl know which direction he wants to walk. I want the Corporate jerks to think I am in control. I whispered looking forward explaining what I was doing. Paula’s response was “Good to know” She whispered where she wanted to go and that is where we went. Sitting at a picnic table under a tall expansive oak was a guy with Dockers on, white knit collarless shirt holding a beer. Across from him were two children I guess the ages to be 10 and 13. There was a woman standing at a table nearby looked in our direction and her countenance changed exponentially when she saw Paula. That look I have seen before pure unadulterated jealous rage. My first thought was Paula is poking at the guy she had been Poking. Oh, what a bad girl. This old guy is going to give her a scathing lecture about cheating.

Paula started to make the introductions as the man stood up. “Morty this I Jack Larson, the sweet woman standing at his side is his wife Marisa.”

Nice touch I thought that changed the look on Marisa’s face slightly. Paula walked over and gave Marisa a hug whispered something in Marisa’s ear. Whatever Paula whispered put tears in Marisa’s eyes. All the while I made small talk with Jack about the weather and who won the last baseball game. Paula came over to me and said: “Morty I want you to meet John and his wife Jean.” As we walked toward the couple John visibly stiffened. Jean was more cordial, plastering a plastic smile on her face hand extended.

Jean was the first to speak with a slight southern genteel accent “Oh Paula how wonderful I am so glad you could make it dear.”

Paula genuinely smiled walked up and gave Jean a hug whispered something into Jean’s ear which changed the genteel smile to a glaring sneer. After which she turned to John made introductions all the while keeping eye contact. If Paula was a man one would say they were readying for a cockfight. John’s jaw was clenched while he pushed a smile and shook my hand. He then turned to Paula and whispered loud enough for me to hear “Hope you did not do any more damage to Marisa.”

That gave me pause. Paula whispered back “No sir, I apologized and told her I did not know that Jack was married. I added I hope she could find it in her heart to forgive me.”

I then spoke up “What is it about men, that need to stray and lie about it? They should man up so it can be to consenting adults. Instead of leaving 2 victims and his honor is still intact?”

This received a shocked but not angry look from John. Jean, on the other hand, did a harrumph and walked away.

I weighed in again to get John’s pulse “I am sure Simmons’s corporate discharge their valued employees for indiscretions do they?”

John blinked, stood mute for a couple of beats “Yes they do. In fact when certain information comes their way they reconsider the discharge.”

By golly, she was not fired because of my bad behavior she was fired because Jean did not like finding out that an employee was doing the nasty. I wonder why Jack did not get the boot also. Again I weighed in “I am going to say this straight up man to man. Your wife may have convinced you this was the right thing to do. My guess is because of her insecurities believing Paula may one day come after her husband. With that said clearly this is discrimination dismissing the female and not the male also. I am sure it will be rectified. That is if Paula wants her job back. I am also sure it will include a little bonus and a raise.”

John stepped back I can tell he was miffed at my forwardness, also cautious. My guess is he may think I am an attorney and not a retired architect. No one would know what I did for a living unless I tell them, on the application, I placed the word Privacy in the blank as well in the space when asked what was my income. I figure it is no one’s business. From that, he may assert I am an attorney. I did it just to see if they would put up with it.

Jean came back over to join us. I am sure out of pure curiosity and the need to control. I was glad to see John was going to man up.

Paula, would you consider coming back to Pleasant Ridge? Before you answer I would like to offer you wages lost and a bonus of $500.”

Jean gasped started to say something, John quickly turned to her and said “Darling new information has come to my attention. I am doing this as an apologetic gesture.”

Jean couldn’t take it she said “We do not owe her an apology for her unprofessional behavior. She assaulted this man.”

I turned to her and said, “I was not assaulted it was foreplay if you must know.” Paula bust out laughing and said, “Oh Morty behave.”

I was surprised to see John laughing he said “Oh I so understand now what was happening in the community room. Hey, Morty do you play golf?”

I said, “Sorry no I am more of an armchair football and baseball player.”

John nodded and said “Well then I have season tickets for all home games with either sport. I will give you a call and you and I will have to go.”

Jean was beside herself. John moved over to Jean putting his arm around her. Leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. He then whispered just enough for us to hear. “I would never stray darling and Paula is not a cougar.”

Jean looked up at her husband with a mixture of anger and hurt. Paula and I excused ourselves while walking away to give the couple privacy.

I was surprised I did not see Paula’s sidekick. “Hey Paula where is your sidekick, isn’t she coming?”

Paula said “Sherry was upset they let me go I think she is boycotting. Morty that was brilliant on your part. Tell me what type of an attorney are you?”

I smiled and simply said “Architect.” She busts out laughing “This is more fun than I thought it was going to be.”

I smiled and slowed our pace down with a slight tug to Paula’s arm. She turned to me “Paula when I figured out what was going on, primarily by the look on Marisa’s face when you walked up. I was going to give you a scathing lecture. What you said to Marisa changed my mind. I will say this, it is never a good idea to play at work.”

She nodded “I know. I work so many hours it is hard to find companionship. Morty, it is not okay for me to play at work with the customers either.”

I laughed “Duly noted. We can be friends and I promise to do my best to behave.”

We started walking again back to the car she said “I know you will try but let me give you advice. You will be leaving behind carnage with these women who hope their night in shining armor has finally arrived. Or those who believe they got a second chance.”

I was stunned. I never took into consideration that I may be doing more harm than good. Leaning over to open the car door a woman approached us. At first, I did not realize it was Marisa she called out “Hold on you two. I want to have a word with Paula.”

I had a nervous feeling in my gut. This could go two different ways. Amiable or she has a weapon. I turned and slightly put myself between Paula and Marisa.

Marisa smiled “I come in peace. You want to search me for weapons. Please! I think it will be the beginning of payback.”

I laughed and said, “Actually counseling or a lawyer is what I would advise.”

Marisa laughed “Are you available?”

I was not going to let on “Retired but I can refer you to an excellent attorney. My son as a matter of fact.” I pulled his card out of my wallet and handed it to Marisa. She thanked me, hugged Paula and thanked her as well.

The trip home was congenial sharing bits and pieces of our past as friends, not prospective lovers. Her husband of 2 years passed away in a car accident he was drunk ran off an embankment. I told her of Martha’s struggle with ovarian cancer. I found myself spouting all sorts of proud dad bravado about my son Connor. I have 2 grandchildren a girl named Madison a boy named Shane. Madison is the oldest now 6 Shane is 4. Both brilliant of course. Paula is a good listener and she laughs at all the right jokes.

I keep telling my ego back off she is too young for you. I like her tenacity. I especially appreciate how she went toe to toe with me.

Paula said “Your an old fashion guy at heart Morty.”

How do you know that?”

The way you talk about your son and his wife. You like the fact that Janice is a stay at home mom.”

I understand that many moms do not have that luxury. I believe whenever it is possible the mom should be home raising the kids. If not mom Grandma, sister and such.”

Paula nodded “I wanted kids but after Mike passed I could not even think of falling in love again. Mike and I were great together but his drinking would eventually come between us. I never expected it to end like it did.”

I sighed “You never found someone that you could love?”

She grimaced “I thought I did but as it turns out he was married to Marisa.”

My turn to nod “Well darn and I am too old for you. But seriously Paula don’t stop trying.”

She laughed and said, “Like you Humpty pumpty?”

I did have to laugh. I know I deserved it. I was acting like an adolescent. Funny how people act out their frustrations in different ways. Mine was to run from one rabbit hole to another. I was Alex in Wonderland.

I slowly pulled into her driveway and thanked her for a nice afternoon. I got out after telling her to stay put till I opened the door. To her credit, she sat there waiting.

I opened the door and she slid slowly out of the car stood up looked me straight in the eye and kissed me like no other. Yikes, I was hoping my appreciation wasn’t showing.

Once our lips unlocked she smiled and said “Now that I got that off my bucket list, when we see each other on Monday we are going back to business as usual. Except for your escapades I hope.”

Laughing I said “I will give it my best shot. What are the odds I can remove something from my bucket list?”

Her smile was wicked “Slim to none.”

I smiled back and said, “I will take my chances at slim.”

Don’t Move the Furniture Chapter 1

Don’t Move the Furniture

Chapter 1

I moved here because of the insistence of my kids. I have to give them credit; it is not a nursing home nor is it an assisted living. They call it senior living center. The rules I have problems with. I have always had problems with rules especially decorum. So when push comes to shove I screw with people any chance I get. For example, the first day here, after Connor left I went to the clubhouse. It was well laid out with furniture, lamps, media center, big screen TV. The rooms were large and sectioned off by well-framed windowed walls. Everything is organized by what I would call an uptight feminist they called the administrator. There are chairs and wingback loveseats. I felt it could be better utilized in different areas.

Consider being in a comfortable chair near a window wall watching a well-built woman on a treadmill or better yet a stair master. I did not place them conspicuously, only changed the wall and angle they were on. Next day they were moved back.

I heard the Neo woman (administrator) say something to her associate asking if she knew who keeps moving the furniture. This associate whom now I refer to as Neo’s Sidekick, said she did not know who did it. I guess it must bother the Neo woman because she put up a sign stating she did not want the furniture moved. I laughed at the sign and decided I would really have fun.

I put a nanny cam in the flower arrangement, cameras pointing in several directions. It had a live feed so I could sit in my room watching them blow a gasket. Neo Woman came out seen the furniture not only moved but standing end on end with a sign saying “If you do not like this wait till you see what I will do next” Ha! I was married for 40 years there is no woman that can tell me what to do and what not to do. When I am told what not to do everything in my testosterone says: “Game on!”

While all this was going on I set a date with one of the gals. I like that she is 5 years younger than I am. At 70 years old a 65-year-old looks like young citrus

I first took Martha for a ride on the Chief. Not what you think; it is a call and rides a bus for the community. We went into town for lunch then walked in the park. When we were in the park she said: “Morty, I need to go to the bathroom but I hate public bathrooms, you can get all kinds of diseases if you even touch a handle, never mind sitting on the seat.”

Martha you can sit on the edge of a picnic table and take a piss.”

Morty, I could not do that in public!”

Martha! We will pick one secluded; I will stand with my back to you and watch for any passerby’s.”

She agreed and just to mess with her when she was in midstream I said: “Martha someone is coming.”

Morty, I cannot stop, now I will be arrested for indecent exposure!”

My laugh gave it away. Hey, it worked well the danger turned her on. The next thing she said was “Morty! I thought you were Jewish! You’re not circumcised!”

Martha, my mom loved the name my dad said you should never cut on a boys privates it will stunt the growth and his manhood.”

Martha and I had a few interludes one of which her daughter walked in on. Not sure why she thought it was unseemly to find her mom and myself in the activities room participating in an activity. What is the room for anyways? Her biggest beef was the window. She screeched something along the lines of “Did he move the furniture so others could watch?”

I yelled back “Hey it’s what gets her off calm down and get some excitement for yourself!”

So the Neo woman called my family in and suggested they find another retirement community for me. My son said, “We will talk to his doctors he may have some issues that can be dealt with.” I said nothing, he is my son. I am hoping he is screwing with the Neo Woman. Then again he may be screwing with me. Oh, I would be proud if he were screwing with me. He is bright but not bright enough to win.

My son did make an appointment for a checkup just to appease the Neo Woman. I am fit as a fiddle, body, and mind. This gave me a magical thought of how to screw with the Neo Woman.

After my appointment, I went into the workout room. I was on the treadmill when I heard the Neo Woman’s voice. She was berating her sidekick. Saying something along the lines that she is responsible for the activities and keeping the seniors busy so they do not get bored and participate in unsophisticated activities. When I heard that I laughed out loud and said “Darlin you need to get laid, come on over here and join me. I will show you what real men do well.”

Neo Sidekick whispered, “I thought they put him on meds.”

Neo Woman said, “Maybe they need to up the dose.”

Obviously, Neo Woman has not been to her office yet. I’ll know when she has. There will be no way she will be able to prove it was me.

When the scream came, there was much swearing. I stepped off the treadmill and said to Neo’s Sidekick “That is not sophisticated speech she is using.”

Neo Sidekick said, “What did you do?”

I shrugged, eyebrows raised “Me nothing whatever do you mean?”

She walked away in a huff towards the office just as Neo Woman stormed full speed ahead out of the office towards me. What happened next took me by surprised and turned me on all at the same time. She has a great right hook. There were gasps, some cheering from a jilted lady or two. Martha came over asking if I were all right and if she should call the police. I said “Martha, maybe just some ice and a cup of coffee.”

We meandered over to Martha’s place I could hear Neo Woman justifying her behavior sputtering out the horror of finding porn on her home screen. Here I thought she was an animal lover.

Once in Martha’s Condo, she placed ice on my eye and herself on my lap. Yes, indeed I am feeling better already.

Later that day my son called asking me if I put the porn on Neo Woman’s home screen. My defense was that I do not know that much about computers plus her password is something that protects such a thing. I told my son maybe she forgot to erase it before going home last night and she needed an escape goat. So unless one of the jilted ladies spews the fact she taught me more than sideswiping sex I am in the clear. I started the rumor that Mel might have done it because he did not get the book that Neo Woman had promised him.

Mel was walking around like a rooster pretending to be offended at the mere suggestion he did it. Mel loves the attention and he probably like’s the idea people believe he is maniacal enough to do such a thing, when in fact, he is an unimaginative wimp.

My son had called said he was stopping by after work. Knowing what it was about I made a trip to the store to get a beer and snacks figuring we could kick back while I faced the music. This time I know I went a bit too far, I can’t actually apologize it would let on that it was me. I will not press charges and speak to her superiors on her behalf explaining my arriving at the facility took adjusting for both of us. Being a rebellious sort, to begin with, which did not make the transition easy for either of us. I drafted a letter sent it out wanting a signature from whoever took possession of the letter. I kept a copy for my son and sent a copy to Neo Woman. Her name is actually Paula; she really is not a bad sort just a bit high strung.

I also sent Neo Woman flowers with a card that said “Sorry for being such a hard case” Signed it your personal furniture mover Morty.

My son arrived not looking all that pleased with the world. With a beer in hand as I opened the door, I handed it to him. He tipped it back finishing it nearly with one gulp, then reached for the other.

Connor, are you sleeping over?”

He looked at me and I knew it was not all about me. My stomach ached hoping I was not the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Dad, I will be taking you up on the offer, if nothing else to keep an eye on you for at least 24 hours. Kay Lee has gone to her sisters.Her sister Morgan just got the news she has late stage ovarian cancer, inoperable due to the size and location. Dad, could you please give me your word not to be yourself for some time. I know you miss mom. I know that is why you are being such an imbecile but really, consider giving me a break okay?” Connor asked

I give you my word Connor,” I said

We sat down each in a recliner. I put 3 beers on ice set it next to Connor, then parked myself next to him. I told him about the letter, gave him his copy also told him of the flowers. I had to add for comic relief that I should ask Paula out on a date, she may be acting out because she is jealous.

Connor, as I had hoped tipped his head back and laughed.

Connor and I spent a guy weekend playing pool hanging out. He suggested I get a cribbage game going. I liked the idea but wondered if there are enough women who may be interested. Girls against girls and in time whittle the group down to play girls against guys. I had decided first thing Monday morning I would get on it. Unbeknownst to me Connor already started a list by talking to those watching us play pool. He also rallied enough players on Saturday we could start 2 groups of guys and gals on Wednesday. Paula came out to thank me for the flowers and letter also said Wednesday is blocked between 1 pm and 3 pm for cribbage. I nodded realizing Connor took care of that. I cannot take all the credit only 1/8th the credit for the type of man he turned out to be. Marie was a great mom and wife.

Something was different about Paula she seemed more human even after Connor left. Or maybe it is because I was not running around moving furniture or trying to nail any female willing.

I do not regret my behavior it was fun just like being in college except I did not have to worry about getting any of my conquests pregnant.

Our first Wednesday Cribbage group was amiable, even fun with their easy humor and jesting back and forth. I eyed the gal table wondering if any of them would be fun to play with. As I was doing the pros and cons of each one Paula came in to kibitz with each of us. What is she up to? Is she purposefully messing with my head?

After the game, all who participated helped break down the card tables folded the chairs. I was chatting with Mel who was now going to be a co-organizer of the games. He has a head for organizing, he was an administrator with a company who made personal amorous products. That is the nicest way to put it. Here I was thinking he was a bean counter instead I found out he made the beans jump and say whoopee! We were quietly discussing the difference between a personal vibrator and a vibrator called U-tuber. I may consider buying one or both as a play toy for my personal harem. Slowly but surely Neo Woman came over smiling and looking quite fetching. She nodded toward me suggesting she needed to speak with me privately. I excused myself and walked over to where Paula was standing.

What can I do for you, Paula?”

Morty, I got to thinking about your peace offering and extending yourself to my superiors. I was wondering if you would like to be my guest at the annual company picnic. I do not plan on staying long. Just to make an appearance. Afterward, we could stop and get a bite to eat.

My brain was working overtime. She is asking me out. What the heck is she up to?

 

Silencing the Lambs

Silencing the Lambs

When a breath is taken

A light goes out

Never to be known

The distant cries

Blood spilled

The earth cries out

Evil in the midst

Of the Lambs

Prayers raging

The heavens weep

Peace is what we seek

Evil roams

To see whom it can conquer

Light is shattered

In that moment

Yet the blaze

Of ignorance

Rages through

Stand up

Do not stand down

Bring Justice to the Lambs

Weep ye inhabitants

of the earth

Global warming

is not your enemy

Neah ignorance is

Time and Neighbors

Time and Neighbors

Shocking how fast time passes you by, thinking you have 90 years if you are lucky. When you are 20 it seems like an eternity, many have no idea what is meant by eternity they count minutes to get out of work, seconds when having sex, or at least you do when you get to be my age.

You know all the sayings, in the end, you never say “I wish I spent more time at work” you know the list it goes on and on then the list comes up of would have, should have and wish I did.

For me, I did all I wanted to do with no regrets at all? I seriously have no regrets. In high school, I made all the teams I wanted, received good grades easily, married my college sweetheart, and had 5 kids all are doing well. Why am I yammering on and on? Because the only thing I wish I had right now is more time on earth to keep doing what I do best. Be a pain in the ass old fart. You see I do not regret my life I regret those things I allowed others to do, like, my neighbor when he borrowed the lawnmower brought it back a week later. There was no gas and the electric start did not work anymore. I should have told him to either buy me a new one or fix this one. Nope, I quietly went about fixing it. When he came to borrow it I told him the charge would be $15 he asked why I said because that is what it cost me to fix it after you borrowed it last time.

I was glad when the neighbor moved that year; he did not speak to me after that incident. I have plenty of stories like this as to how people treated me. I always did my best to treat others fairly. Here is my thinking if there are any brownie points for being a good guy I would like to cash mine in and stay on this earth as an old person being nice but gnarly enough to pay back those types who do this to good neighbors or friends.

What do you think Joe is that a good plan?

“Actually I like that plan, but for me, it would backfire I am lacking the brownie points cuz I did not do as well as you did. In fact, your last 2 kids should actually have my name.”

At that point Marvin lifted his cane and struck down Joe; nurses and aides came running, telling Marvin to put the cane down. Marvin did right alongside Joe’s head.

After they took Joe to the emergency room they asked Marvin why he did that.

He said:

“I figured those last two kids my wife had were not mine. Those two idiots always broke my stuff and never took the time to learn to fix anything, they had to be Joe’s’”

Marvin said to Joe: “It took you 2 weeks Joe to get out of the hospital with a few bruises to show for my trouble and your karma; while you were there I was sent to a hospital for a 72 hour evaluation, the doctor ultimately said that this was out of character for me and he did not feel I posed any real threat to myself or others so back I went to assisted living.”

It’s been different after the incident people are real nice to me, asking how I am, could they get anything for me? I play that aspect up seems a long time in coming my way, people ready to help or give to me; don’t you think Joe?

Joe: “I agree you were always the nice guy on the block, many took advantage of so often especially me; let me say I am sorry, but to be honest I do not think I am.”

Marvin: “That’s ok Joe I understand, Joe you do not seem the type to repent so do not waste your breath we can be neighbors of a different sort now that we are both in the same assisted living.”

Joe: “That is true Marvin glad you still have a good attitude about things.”

After that comment one of the aides must have seen Joe and I talking because she came and pulled Joe’s wheelchair to another location. I just meandered over and started to talk to Prissy; that is my nickname for her. Her given name is Mary but I think Prissy suits her better. She blushes each time I call her that. Prissy and I have known each other since high school, we dated a few times, we are scheduled to go on an outing with the rest of the clowns here and take the facilities clown mobile to hear some guys play music in the park. Prissy has agreed to go arm and arm with me.

As we got on the bus I was sure to sit next to the section for wheelchairs. Prissy sat by the window I sat on the aisle. All of us elder clowns settled in for the short ride to the park. When the bus stopped it is always the ones in wheelchairs who get off the clown mobile first. The ramp is automated it went down. Figuring since I am still somewhat able bodied I would give a little helping hand; the problem was I must have pushed Joe’s wheelchair a little harder than I meant too. Joe went off the ramp too quickly and landed face forward onto the pavement.

No one noticed that I gave his chair a little push; they thought Joe started out on his own to get away from me and miss calculated his exit. Joe was taken to the hospital and Prissy and I enjoyed the music.

Joe came back to the facility with a concussion and a big lump on his head. It could have been worse I suppose. Prissy and I sneak into each other’s rooms to get what little we can give. It is nice to have a warm body lay against you at any age. I hear that Joe has a sweetheart seems she feels sorry for him and has taken it upon herself to take care of him. Her name is Jeannie. I actually call her Beanie, she does not seem to have any magic like a Jeannie, more like a brain fart using a walker.

One evening when I was walking Prissy back to her room I noticed the light was on in Joes room strange noises were also coming from there. I lingered at Prissy’s for a goodnight kiss. When passing Joe’s room it was quiet and dark. I hear a scuffle and a shuffle coming back my way, it was Joe with a walker instead of his wheelchair. I stopped to ask “Hey Joe you using a walker now?”

“Yes, Marvin they wanted me to start walking so I did some rehab work the first time I went to the hospital. After you clobbered me, and the second time I went after I fell out of the senior bus.”

“Well Joe that is great news and how’s that Beanie treating you?”

“Marvin I wish you would not call her that, she is treating me just fine.”

“Well Joe I think that is good news too, you have a good night there Joe.”

“You too Marvin,” Joe Yelled.

I slept like a baby that night always do when I get lucky. Looking forward to breakfast in the dining room tomorrow they are giving us a choice for a change. Pancakes or waffles with sausage or bacon; pancakes with bacon for me.

Morning came I jumped up out of bed like a new pup, I told Prissy the night before I would come down and walk her to the dining room for breakfast. As Prissy and I were on our way to the dining room Joe was coming out of his room turning to close his door. Somehow when he turned back my cane got snagged on his walker, poor Joe I tried to catch him before he hit the carpet but all I managed to do was turn him so his head hit the wall. I was leaning over him trying to help him up when the aide came and said for me not to worry she will help him up.

Poor Joe missed breakfast that morning he said he had a bad headache.

Joe was at his physical therapy workout, Prissy was with her daughter shopping buying needful things. My son who as it turns out is Joe’s son brought me some cookies I ordered. After he left I went looking for Beanie who is actually Jeannie, well anyways if you were paying attention while I was telling this story you would know that. I found Beanie in the dining room drinking coffee. It really does not pass for coffee but that is all they serve, I sat next to Beanie and said

Marvin: “Good Morning Jeannie, how are you this morning?”

Jeannie: “OH I am fine Marvin and thank you so much for using my proper name, Joe said he talked to you about it.”

Marvin: “That he did, so as a peace offering I thought I would give you some of these chocolate cookies. You have my permission to tell Joe that they are from you. I know how he likes chocolate.”

Jeannie: “Oh Marvin thank you so very much, I need these as a peace offering, Joe was a bit upset with me when I bought him a shirt and told him he needed something nice to wear. Guess he does not like people buying him clothes.”

“Well feel free to give him the cookies letting him know they are from you, I just think you two are a great couple.”

At that, the Beanie blushed. It could have been a brain fart. Her figuring I would give Joe anything, but like I told you her name should be Beanie.

Prissy finally came back in time for dinner a bit late but I waited and we sat alone in the dining room which worked for my benefit because we held hands and did all the quiet cooing to each other. We then went to her room. I was back in my room in time to watch the late news. I heard the commotion at the other end of the building. I walked over to where the noise was coming from. I heard loud music the song that was playing was, ‘Take a walk on the wild side’. I vaguely remember who sang it some weirdo called Lou Reed. That was not what drew the crowd. Joe and Beanie were naked in the hall dancing and what looked like trying to do the nasty at the same time. They were asking everyone watching on to join in. Some did by the way. I waved at Prissy threw her a kiss and meandered back to my room figuring my work is done.

Heard the next morning both of their family members were asked to come in and discuss the behavior of their parents. Joe and Beanie were put on probation with the facility one more outburst they will be kicked out.

Lucky for me Beanie could not remember where she got the cookies. From the gossip, she actually highly recommended them to all who were present at the disciplinary meeting.

Every year at this time the facility puts on a Sadie Hawkins dance. The girls are supposed to ask the guys to the dance. Prissy made sure she asked me to go I giggled like a schoolboy and said yes. She loves it when I play things up like that.

What surprised me was, when I was sitting outside enjoying a warm autumn day, Beanie came and sat next to me. I looked at her; she was squirming, so I asked her “What’s going on Jeannie you seem uncomfortable?” I noticed out of my peripheral Joe stepped out the door. Beanie was oblivious to this when she answered me “I was wondering if you would go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with me?”

Joe froze in place my answer was “Sorry Jeannie, Prissy has already asked me and to be honest I am a one woman kind of guy. Unlike your Joe, it seems while he was married to his wife, he had an affair with mine. Recently he told me my last two kids should have his last name.”

She was appalled at that information, as Joe was hearing his Jeannie asking me out on a date; it was like the Detroit Tigers winning the Pennant for me.

Jeannie turned around and seen Joe standing there. She stood up faced him and asked: “Are you being faithful to me?”

He said, “Look who’s talking you just asked this asshole to go to the dance with you.”

She said, “That is because you said no, you do not like dances!”

He said, “Oh, I guess that is true, and no I learned my lesson I am a one woman man.”

Jeannie took a step back, I went inside and watched; she still seemed angry, I turned to someone who asked me “What are they arguing about?”

I answered “Not quite sure, Jeannie is accusing Joe of cheating”

Glenn was the guy asking “Oh then she found out about Mildred.”

Holy crap he is cheating, I cracked the door open and said: “Hey Jeannie ask him about Mildred.”

Joe took in a deep breath turned around and mouthed the F U word. Jeannie took the opportunity raised her walker and shoved Joe through the glass door. This time I cannot be blamed for it. This time Joe did not recover, a shard of glass went through his carotid artery.

Jeannie was moved to another facility. Prissy and I went to the dance and had a grand time.

Been quite around here since Joe passed and they moved Beanie to another facility. Usually, this facility takes a week to repaint, recarpet rooms. The rooms go fast; there is a waiting list for this place. Out of all the places I visited before choosing this one I know with all my complaints this is the best of the best. I wonder who will move into Joe’s room and Beanie’s room. They built another addition down at that end of Joe’s corridor just beyond Prissy’s room. 8 more rooms were added. I call them rooms but they are mini apartments with stoves and refrigerators, microwaves. You can make your own meals or go to the dining room. I prefer someone else cook but sometimes Prissy has me over for a meal. She is a good cook and it saves time for the romantic stuff, dinner and bed are good with me.

My daughter picked Prissy and I up to take us to her place for a barbecue we were gone till around 7 pm. When we got back, of course, Prissy and I got diggy with it. As I was leaving her place I walked passed Joe’s old room and realized there was a new tenant. Now my curiosity is peaked. I am looking forward to morning. Before I got back to my room I came across Glenn he told me the new units are all filled to capacity. Good, this should make life a bit more interesting.

At breakfast the next morning I am usually the first one in the dining room. Early riser gets to see what worms pop out of the ground. Sure enough from Joe’s corridor came someone I recognized. His name is Abe he lived a block away; I would always pass his house on the way home from work every day. I suspected he was a dealer, with all the comings and goings. New car every year, never seemed to go to work. Later it seemed he started to use. I say this because there was no other explanation for the way his property became neglected like it did.

I only have one big thing against Abe. On one of his drunken orgy nights, he was coming home from somewhere drove up on my lawn and ran over my dog. Well looks like I will stay busy for a while.

I called out “Hey Abe why don’t you join me?”

“Hey, Marvin don’t mind if I do.”

“So Abe what is a young fella like you doing in a place like this?”

“My family thought it would be safer for me to be here they said I should not live alone anymore since Laurie died I have had a few accidents.”

“Accidents? I hear your house blew up.”

“Yes, it did that would not have happened if Laurie was still alive, she was careful about everything. I was never a good cook, she was great at it.”

“I know what you mean, even though we have all we need to cook our own food I prefer coming to the dining room.”

“So Marvin have you seen Martin yet? He moved into the new addition down the corridor from me, so did John.”

“No I hadn’t yet, you guys are at least 10 years younger than I am way too young to be in the fossil facility.”

“I have to admit we are here due to our unclean living I suspect, Marvin you always took good care of yourself.”

“Well, you got a point there.”

“I need to finally apologize to you Marvin, for running on your grass that stupid night.”

“You also ran over my dog.”

“Oh, I am sorry for that also then.”

You know that conversation put me off, not only did he not care about killing my dog, his druggie cohorts have moved in down the hall from Prissy. I do not like that. I need to move forward with my plans.

I had a moment with the director of the facility, I am moving into a bigger unit. Prissy came down to help me with the move after we moved the last piece of my junk I asked Prissy to sit down; she sat I knelt, “Prissy will you marry me?”

She cried and said yes.

The facility was happy to get two single rooms more bang for their buck. Prissy’s daughter said she would handle everything. Since many of the seniors do not drive we decided to marry at the facility, have it catered; fine with me closer to the bedroom for the honeymoon.

The wedding day is here everyone is in such a tizzy, telling me I am not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony so they had me sleep at my daughter’s house. Our drive to the facility that morning, my daughter must have been nervous she was chatty; my son in law kept looking at me in the rearview mirror and looking at his wife chatter away. I finally said Cathy, relax I have done this before; I know you did a great job.

Cathy said “Dad, Jeannie told me what you said about Joe and mom. First off mom would never do that to you; secondly, all of Joe’s kids are adopted, because Joe was unable to have kids if you know what I mean.

I was stunned, I was so wrapped up in my macho ego I never considered Sarah would never cheat on me, I only reacted to what Joe said. I am an idiot.

Cathy continued “Dad, Luke, and Paul are how they are because that is what they chose to be, you gave them the same love and attention you gave Matthew and me, they chose to be dumb and dumber.”

I replied, “Thank you, Cathy you are as wise as your mom, Prissy is good for me I can be a bit of a Neanderthal at times, also a bull in a china cabinet.”

Cathy turned to look at me in the backseat and said: “I love you, dad.”

“I love you too Pinky”

Getting out of the car, straightening my slacks, pulling on my suit coat I look over to my right I see Abe running to a paneled van and getting in. Guess he won’t be at the wedding. As they drive by I said out loud not to anyone in particular “What the hell is Martin doing driving a van?”

Cathy’s husband Mark said, “What do you mean Marvin?”

“He no longer has a license since he was pulled over for a DUI with John on their way to a ball game, he is also considered legally blind, that is the reason he is in this facility.”

Mark and Cathy were alarmed about this and as soon as we walked into the facility they went directly to the director, she instantly got on her cell phone.

The place looked incredible with all the flowers, the residence in their Sunday best. The preacher was standing at a makeshift altar: I walked up and took my place, the music started and Prissy came around the corner, she still looks like the girl I dated in high school. I never thought I could love another woman after Laurie passed away, but Prissy is my girl.

The Preacher said “Marvin will you take Mary Ann to be your lawfully married wife, to have and to hold till death do you part.”

“Mary Ann who? Oh Prissy, yes of course.”

This got a laugh from everyone including Prissy. The preacher seemed a little confused after a beat or two he figured it out.

He then said “Mary Ann-ah Prissy will you take Marvin Clodinsky to be your lawfully married husband to have and to hold till death do you part.”

Prissy smiled like and angel and said “I do”

I said “You must be crazy to say yes”

Again everyone laughed and Prissy slapped my chest and said: “Oh You!”

By the time we had cake police officers had brought Abe, Martin, and John back to the facility and was having a talk with the director. You have to know my curiosity was peaked.

Prissy noticed my interest and attention drifted over to where the three amigos were standing looking forlorn.

She said, “Now Marvy, do not get involved, I know how you are, the director will sort it out.”

Answering her with a wink and a smile “You are right Prissy my wife, I need to keep my nose out of it, I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.” I proceeded to tell her what Cathy told me in the car and my thoughts on the conversation. Figuring it is best, to be honest with Prissy.

We had a grand night, snuck in some contraband which my daughter in law gave us, Champagne. The facility frowns on alcohol use by its residence, with us being a crotchety bunch, and mixing alcohol with our meds I can understand why.

 

Prissy and I did not come out of our room much for a couple of days. She wanted to play the wife, cooking breakfast, lingering over coffee, chatting petting, having lunch going for a walk outside hand in hand, coming back to our place reading the paper companionably, dinner, watching TV before turning in and loving each other.

I had restraint for 3 days. I wanted so desperately to sneak out of our apartment while Prissy was sleeping, by the 4th night I could not take it anymore I wanted to see if there was anything odd going on down Abe’s corridor. I walked down to his room no light was on so I continued into the new section, I smelled something odd coming from John’s room. I heard Abe and Martin talking it was a muffled sound. John’s room is situated at the very end of the new wing.

Standing near the door for a few moments concentrating on what was being said to see if I could pick up any words being spoken I heard Abe say clearly “Do not let it get too hot, that is what happened to me just before the house started on fire, I got out just before it blew up.”

My eyes started to burn, as well as my throat. What the heck are they doing in there? I turned to go back down the corridor to alert who was on duty tell them what I suspected. I made it to the entrance of the new wing when the blast hit. It felt like someone shoved me forward. I landed flat on my stomach, my heart pounding, ears ringing, people yelling in fear I passed out.

I woke up hours later in the hospital, Prissy standing next to the bed crying, with my daughter crying holding each other. My son in law Mark was at the foot of the bed, my son Matthew was standing next to him, Luke and Paul were standing in the door. Mark was the first to speak “He’s awake.”

Prissy cried out “Oh Marvin what am I going to do with you! You could have been killed!”

I asked, “Was anyone else hurt?”

Matthew answered, “Abe, Martin, and John died in the blast, dad you were right Abe was a dealer, in fact, dumb and dumber used to buy from him.”

I looked at Luke and Paul their heads were down and would not look at me I said to them “Used too, please tell me you no longer buy from anyone; please tell me you are getting your shit together.”

Luke spoke up “Dad we are both going to rehab have been clean and sober for a year, I will not tell you it is easy but I will tell you, you were right about all the stuff you told us getting hooked is a bitch.”

At that, I felt exhausted and must have fallen asleep. I was in the hospital for 2 days. They sent me back to the facility with a hospice nurse for continued care.

Prissy hovered over me, my greatest fear was losing my mobility, my knees were shaky each time I tried to get up even just to take a piss. Within a month I was back to walking around and getting into trouble. By that time they had repaired the new wing and new inhabitants moved in.

This time thank God I did not know any of the new residents. There was a retired school teacher; he was a teacher in another state taught 4th grade, another was a retired police officer, he had sustained injuries on the job and was no longer capable of living on his own, his back was in bad shape, he needed regular physical therapy. His knee had been replaced. The injuries came during a high-speed chase when the perp rammed his car, it flipped over an embankment landing on its roof. He worked special victims, kids mostly. The police officers name is Dave. He fast became my new friend. We chatted about bad parents, pedophiles, and such. I told him about Abe, which his police buddies had already filled him in.

He did ask me what I thought of the retired teacher. I told him I had no opinion yet formed because I had not had a chance to get to know him. He seems preoccupied with the single women, each mooning over his good looks and suave demeanor.

I tend to over think things these days probably because I have too much time on my hands. Add to that I have always had an inquiring mind. Prissy says it’s noisy not inquiring either way when Dave asked me what I thought of the school teacher I started to wonder if there was a particular reason why he wanted my opinion. So when Prissy went to sleep I went for a walk, the school teacher is in the new wing, where the three amigos took flight.

Standing outside the door I heard a television and a sound like a typewriter. Probably the keys to a computer clicking I decided. That nothing really was going on I went back to bed. Prissy rolled over and said, “Marvy, stay out of trouble please.”

I told her I would try. At least now I have a police officer as a backup. I will let him take the risks, I will just snoop, that is what I do best, snoop. Yes, life is good.

The more I watched the school teacher whose name is Carter. I did not see anything out of the ordinary. I did call an old friend who works with the teachers Union and asked if he had any connections. I wanted to know about Carter as a teacher and get a perspective on his character. I was not surprised as to what came back with. Carter is a womanizer, got himself in a few love triangle pickles a few times, nearly lost his job using his male parts as an antenna.

So I wonder what bothers Dave about Carter, I think I will ask him over breakfast tomorrow.

I was having my first cup of coffee in the dining room waiting for my eggs, fruit and toast, bacon and sausage only once a week. At Prissy’s request. Dave finally emerged from his slumber, now I can ask about Carter.

“Good morning Dave, how are things shaking this morning?”

“Very slowly Marv, some mornings it is hard to get up and at em.”

“Well, it is not just you. I have been wondering something Dave. What is it about Carter that bugs you?”

I also told him what my friend turned up.

“It has been my experience that male teachers have their secrets. I just wanted to be sure he was about women and not children.”
That took me back a bit. It seemed a bit paranoid and narrow. I surmised it is due to the ugliness he had seen on a regular basis and shrugged it off.

As we were finishing our breakfast a man in a suit walked in. He had with a file in his hand, approached us looked directly at Dave and said: “We need to talk privately.”

Dave’s response was biting “I have nothing to say to you asshole”

“Well lieutenant Dawson, you need to speak with me. We can call your rep and have him or her here during the conversation. Internal affairs have questions that need answering.”

Dave grabbed his cane and slowly walked to his room. I could not see from where I was sitting but I did hear the door slam. The gentleman in the suit came back down the hall alone just moments after the slam. I am guessing Dave slammed the door in his face and locked it.

The man in the suit approached me and said: “Be careful you are judged by the company you keep.”

I nodded and said “Thanks for the advice; I am not part of your company nor the police department. So tell me how does this actually affect me? Not everyone in this facility is addled brained; I for one have all my faculties and will make my own judgments.”

I have sat here long enough I need to go see what my wife is up to. I did not see Dave again until the next morning at breakfast. He told me he contacted his union rep and lawyer. He did not tell me what the internal affairs want with him and I did not ask, I figured if he wanted me to know he would tell me. You know me I have an inquiring mind so if he does not tell me on his own I will have to make some phone calls. I happen to know the county sheriff very well. We went to school together and shared rooms at college, our kids were on the same teams, he is retired of course but still has his ear to the ground.

I will wait a couple of days before I start to snoop around. I really am trying to keep my nose clean. What else do I have to do around here, you can only play cards so many times, or read.

I have no self-control, Prissy went with her daughter shopping and out to lunch which left me with no adult supervision. I called my buddy Howie asked him if he knew anything about Dave Dawson. His answered surprised me.

Howie: “Yes Marvin and my advice distance yourself from him, if what they say is true there will be a shit storm of publicity, and back peddling.”

The accusations are that Lieutenant Dave Dawson working with special victims, child trafficking, prostitution which many times children 13 and younger being used; seems they are accusing Dave of facilitating prostitution of young males delivering them to certain men and woman holding office. What I understood from it all; it even involves the major’s office. Howie was being vague and he knows me I will not keep my nose clean.

By dinner time Prissy was back. She had already heard about my call to Howie. Howie’s daughter is good friends with my daughter Cathy. Dani was in the room during the conversation. Dang snoop, well Cathy gave me an ear full I nodded feeling like the kid, not the parent.

Dave pretty much is staying to himself. Carter the school teacher was called into the director’s office the scuttlebutt is one too many women complained about his unwanted advances. Here I was thinking they were enjoying his attention. Most said he was self-absorbed, pretentious ass. My faith in women restored I meandered over to talk to Carter about being a teacher. He literally was rude and said he had no time for chit chat he had a date. I shrugged walked away. I wondered who the date was with. The women in this place all were appalled by his advances.

No one to talk too Prissy was getting her hair done so I decided to sit in the corner and observe rather than chat. It actually paid off. I noticed off in another corner was Carter. At first, I could not tell who he was talking so intently with, I leaned a little more to my right, not wanting to show myself, when I see the shoes and pant leg, he was talking to Dave.

Curious, they were speaking amiably here all this time I did not think they knew each other. Gaud I want to know what they are talking about.

The following day Prissy and I were invited to Prissy’s daughter’s house Samantha is her name, she is as sweet as Prissy. We were to have a brunch my brood was also in attendance. Low and behold it was a setup.

My son Robert was the spokesperson for this mob scene:

“Dad and Prissy we want to talk to you about moving the two of you out of the facility. Howie has a condo that is no longer in use since he is living with his daughter Dani Howie has offered it to us the sum is a combination of taxes and association fees plus homeowners insurance. It is in walking distance from Aaron’s Café. Dad you can go have breakfast every day. If you want any other meal besides breakfast Aaron will have it sent over. Adding to that, we are all going to make your favorite meals, put them in dinner for 2 portions, freeze them when Prissy does not want to cook all you have to do is pull them out of the freezer and microwave them.”

“Dad, you will be able to take up playing cards with Howie. We will fix up the garage to give you a man cave. The extra bedroom will be turned into a man cave as well, with a big screen TV; I for one will come over and watch a game with you.”

I looked at Prissy she looked back and said “I had no idea honest Marvy. I like the idea, we are capable of taking care of each other I see no reason for the assisted living.”

Dani then spoke “Mom we also will have someone come in once a week to clean. There is a senior bus that will take you to appointments, or any other place you may want to go, even to a movie in town.”

I finally spoke, “Ok, hold on this is already settled isn’t it, we really have no say?”

They were nodding and shaking their heads in unison when I continued”

“Okay, fine, just do not ask me to go shopping with the women. Where are Luke and Paul right now, do they have a say in this?” I was hoping for some backup and was surprised and disappointed but they had a point we really do not need to pay all that money for assisted living when there will be the two of us watching out for each other. The main reason I went there is because after Sarah died I went into a depression and was bored out of my mind. The family said this would be better for me being around people every day, same with Prissy we are both on very few medications and we still have mobility. A bit shaky and achy some days but not bad.

Cathy then spoke “Dad, Luke and Paul are at the facility right now packing your things to bring them to the condo, they will call us when they get there and we will go over and help get you two settled.

I was stunned. I will never know what the heck is going on with Dave and Carter. I hope Howie will be forthcoming when we play cards. It is a hell of a thing when you lose your say in daily matters. I am to pig-headed to let them know I love the idea. I will actually have more freedom to move about living in the condo. But I want to know what is going on with Dave and Carter darn it. I will not be able to sneak out of my room and snoop. I’ll bet that is the whole point of moving us because I cannot keep my nose to myself. If they think that will stop me they are in for a big surprise.

It took a little longer than I thought it would get into a routine that Prissy and I were both comfortable with. Seemed Prissy liked having her own home. I have to give Dani credit she even had someone come every other day to do laundry or do shopping even take Prissy with her to pick up what she wanted.

I have met Howie for breakfast several times and you better believe our topic of conversation was Carter and Dave. Howie was not as forthcoming with information as I had hoped. I did glean some things. The investigation is dragging due for the most part because Dave has a good attorney. I told Howie I do not believe Dave had anything to do with facilitating prostitution of little boys and also told him my concern that if Dave gets indicted and placed in custody his physical condition would almost guarantee that he would be killed. A Police officer that hurt kids; there would be a bull’s eye on his back from the get go. Howie agreed. Howie added his main concern was that he was being set up. Neither of us could understand what he and Carter have in common seeing as they have become chummy since I moved out.

Howie and I are on the same page. I have to tell you Aaron’s diner is clean, wait staff is on top of things, filling coffee, getting whatever I need. I miss my diner. I could no longer stay in the city.

Aaron has been a friend of my son Robert since high school. Aaron dated Cathy for a short time. Aaron always liked to cook, when he opened the restaurant all his classmates came at least once a week for the first year, by then the place found its niche and its clientele grew.

Prissy and I have walked over to Aaron’s Cafe for dinner on warm evenings; we have made a few friends our age. We play couples euchre every other week. I finally admitted to Robert that I love being at the condo. Since I have been here believe it or not I have stayed out of trouble it going on 6 months. This too shall pass I really want to have a talk with Dave. I called the number for the senior bus while Prissy was with the girl at the store. Prissy usually treats this girl to lunch for her trouble. Dani reminded Prissy that the girl gets paid to do what she does. Prissy insists. I know that Prissy likes the companionship, time away from the condo and the routine.

The senior bus took me to the facility. I had no way of knowing if Dave was even there or out but it was worth the risk of missing him. Knocking on his door he bellowed who is it When he opened the door the look of surprise was written on his face.

“Hey Dave, just stopped by to see how you are doing.”

Dave suggested we go to the dining room for a coffee and we could chat. That seemed fine with me. Once we sat down I put it to Dave bluntly.

“Dave, did you do what they accuse you of?” He looked me in the eye and said NO! He added that it is more complicated then what they are saying but in the end, he feels he will be vindicated. He also thanked me for having faith in him and being straight up about it.

We then spent 2 hours talking about the Condo and my new life Dave promised when everything gets settled he will come and meet me at Aaron’s cafe for breakfast or lunch someday I told him I would like that.

Howie and I are sitting by the window at Aaron’s it is a cold autumn day the leaves are dancing down the sidewalk. Being friends as long as Howie and I have been we have amiable silence. Sipping coffee looking out the window I look over at Howie. I was about to ask if he still hunts when the look of concern was on his face. I turn to see what he was looking at. The senior bus from the facility was letting a couple of people off. One was Carter the other Dave. Howie noticed me start to rise and said: “Sit your ass down Marvin, stay out of it!”

I am sure my face registered the “But Howie” look he smiled shook his head. I settled my rear end back down but on Howie’s side of the booth, I am not craning my neck I want a full view. Sitting watching Dave and Carter walk south their backs to us for about a block. They entered a Victorian looking house with all the gingerbread trim, shutters, neat and tidy landscape. Prissy and I have admired that house for years. I don’t know who owns it now but they are doing a good job maintaining it.

After about twenty minutes squad cars pulled quietly to the curb. Officers in uniform and plain clothes got out of the cars. Including the man I met who said he was from internal affairs. The next thing that happened 3 ambulances pulled up the whole street was blocked off. First, one to come out in handcuffs was Carter. Behind Carter was a woman that I did not recognize. After her one by one young children of different nationalities, age, boys and girls, Dave came carrying what looked like a little girl in his arms. As did the man in the suit, it took me a while for it to register everything I was seeing.

Dave was carrying a little girl. He cannot possibly have back problems or a knee problem. After Dave put the little girl in the ambulance, the man in the suit did the same, they shook hands and patted each other on the back.

I looked at Howie and said, “You son of a Bitch you knew all along that Dave was not being set up but Carter was.”

Howie laughed and answered “It was a stroke of luck you calling me because I was trying to figure out how I would broach the subject about Dave and Carter. Trying to keep you out of it so you would not screw anything up.”

“I had to tell Dani to talk to Robert and Cathy and get you and Prissy out of the facility. I knew you could not control that nose of yours, sticking it where it does not belong.”

After Howie finished laughing and shaking his head I said: “Fine you are right I would have screwed things up, but you could have told me what was going on it would have helped.”

Howie gaffed with laughter tears running down his cheek coughing as he is doing this I had to admit I started to laugh as well, got up and moved back to my side of the booth.

Just then Dave walked into Aaron’s sat down beside me asking “So what’s the joke will I like it?”

Howie said, “Yes you will love it, Marvin here says had I told him what was going on he would have stayed out of it.”

Dave laughed gave me a gentle nudge with his elbow and said: “No you wouldn’t have you have no self-control.”

I said, “Okay all this cloak and dagger has given me an appetite my treat lets eat.”

We had the special which consisted of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables, with a slice of cherry pie.

When I got home I told Prissy all about my exciting afternoon. How Carter was set up, how all along he pretended to be a lady’s man all the while liking little boys. Carter moved to this state because where he taught they were getting suspicious, it did not come to a head till a boy of 14 told a counselor about Carter. That set everything in motion for this sting. Dave pretending to be hurt on duty, taking a disability retirement and moving into the facility just after Carter did.

Prissy listened patiently then said “Marvy I know you are trying to keep yourself out of trouble. I know it is because you are bored. Why not talk to the school see if you can work as a tutor. I am sure they can use you in shop class. You need something more to do than hanging around here or at the cafe.”

Prissy had a point that is exactly what I will do, I know if I keep up the way I am going one day I may get into something I cannot get out of. Back to work is the best thing for me.

 

© christineSwiderski

 

Blind Spot

Blind spot

I love my children, wife, and dog, not necessarily in that order. Yet, there are times I think I have a blind spot. Love is a weird emotion; it does not always have clear logical vision. I try to tell myself the vision is never clear when the heart is connected. Although I know as a man I am supposed to know the difference between love and reality. The reality of life we try to hide in amongst the wonderful reality of love. I say the reality of love because one day I know my daughter will ask me “Daddy, when do you know you are in love?’ I really do not have a concise answer because I know in part it is a spiritual connection. How do you explain the reality of love? Like the love between the creature and his creator? Scientist will never understand the equation. If they do not believe the soul is real then you cannot equate that into any compilation.

Life seems to whip by with a few speed bumps along the way. My daughter was born with jaundice they said it was normal she spent two days inside an incubator. That was our first speed bump the next few were the childhood illnesses, measles, mumps, colds, flu. Nothing really big came along until she was in her teens. Here is where the rubber hits the road. This is where your faith, love and hope are challenged.

My wife Linda and I are shaken to the core as we hold each other’s hands while walking down the cold, highly lit hallway of the hospital. Nurses, doctors and indeterminate personal are scurrying from one emergency to the next. No one to ask where our daughter is let alone how she is.

Carla has been a challenge since she reached puberty. She would challenge every rule as she broke them. We thought we finally reached the end of this bump in the road when in her sophomore year she made the list of top students in her class. She was voted class president and the girl most likely to succeed. Carla was coming into her own. Her specialty was biology and science. She wanted to be an astronaut of all things.

Linda answered the door when the police officers informed us that Carla had been hurt. The only information they gave us was she was at county hospital. Nothing of the incident or what caused her injuries.

Linda and I walked into her intensive care cubicle, the sight of her with tubes in her arm, nose, and abdomen. Her legs were both in casts; her neck had a brace on it. If it were not for the tattoo just below her right ear we could not have recognized our daughter with her face so disfigured.

We stood silently staring at our beloved little girl. I glanced over at Linda and noticed she had the same silent tear on her cheek as I did. Linda looked up at me as she turned we grabbed each other sobbing hoping to cleanse the evil from the room.

Many of my more liberal friends call me phobic. Mostly because I disagree with their view of the world and politics, I would much rather people attain professional help instead of going through radical physical changes to themselves and their lives. My friends say I lack empathy due to my lack of education. I respectfully disagree.

Finally a nurse came in asking if we were Carla’s parents. We said yes. She told us that a detective Bryant had asked to be called when we arrived; he wanted to speak to us. We tried asking the nurse for more information in regards to Carla’s injuries. The nurse said that she felt it was best to speak to the detective and that the doctor would consult with us in a couple of hours after all the blood tests and radiology came back.

Linda and I settled into the two small chairs that were available and waited for Detective Bryant. The only sounds in the room were the beeps and squawks of the machines  tending to our Carla’s needs.

I went down to the cafeteria to grab two coffees; by the time I came around the corner I noticed a tall lean man in a grey suit walk into Carla’s room. I reached the door to hear him introduce himself as Detective Bryant.

To sum up what Detective Bryant wanted to know about Carla and her activities nearly brought me to my knees: “Did you know that Carla was involved with a young woman who is going through gender transition surgery. The young woman who goes by the name of Tracy used to be Carla’s boyfriend Tom.”

I stood shaking my head while I said: “We had no idea. What does this have to do with Carla’s injuries?”

Detective Bryant answered: “Carla was in the girl’s restroom at school with Tracy, they were having a heated discussion about the surgery when another female entered and started to butt into the conversation, interjecting her advocacy for the surgery. Carla was heard to tell this girl that this was a private conversation. Carla also stated she felt the reason for Tracy/Tom’s decision was due to his relationship with his dad. At this point another girl walked in and joined the conversation. By the time the incident ended there were 4 girls screaming and getting irate with Carla. They were the ones that caused the injuries. Tracy is also in intensive care for trying to protect Carla.”

I was numbed by the information, angry by the evil intent of those who disagree with someone’s point of view; this causes more harm than it does solve a growing issue.  Linda looked up at me and asked: “Are the lambs being silenced?”