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she looked up dreamily into Felix Federico’s face, “intimately.”
Essie loved to listen to the new Happy Haven director, obviously as much as Marjorie did. His accent was so beautiful and he had such a soft voice that it was like being sung to sleep by your mother. Like a lullaby , she thought. She sighed audibly, just as Felix removed his hands after giving each woman’s shoulder a tender squeeze.
“Ladies, you have a wonderful evening,” he said with a little bow. He looked like a romantic hero in one of those tear-jerker movies. He flowed gracefully over to another table, and Essie mused he was probably about to give the same schmaltzy treatment to another group of susceptible women. She shook herself, hoping to bring herself back to earth.
“I guess now that we’ve got ten our ‘Felix’ fix,” said Opal, “we can get going.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting much more fixed by Felix,” added Marjorie, still staring after the handsome man who was now chatting amiably with residents at a nearby table.
“I want to get back,” said Essie, “and check on my answering machine!” She pulled herself up and grabbed her walker.
“It’ll be there when you get there, Essie,” said Marjorie. “You don’t have to hurry back!”
“I know,” said Essie. “But now I’m curious to know if I got any messages. What if all this time that I’ve been moving around Happy Haven, people have been wanting to leave me messages, and haven’t?”
“Then get going!” suggested Opal. Her suggestion was lost on Essie who had already started out of the dining hall and was headed towards her apartment.
When she got there, she immediately looked at her new little machine and was disappointed to discover that there was no blinking light. With a sigh, she rolled over to her recliner and plopped down and then picked up her TV remote.
She was delighted that it was time for her favorite game show with the spinning wheel. Actually, the show played at numerous times during the day on different channels. Essie was well aware of each channel and each time slot. She flipped the ‘on’ button and was delighted to discover that the host and hostess had just arrived on stage and were greeting the three contestants while the big colorful wheel spun around and around in the background. She leaned back ready to enjoy her favorite program.
Her door opened and her night time aide Lorena entered.
“Lorena,” cried Essie. “You’re here early. It’s nowhere near eight o’clock!”
“I’m sorry, Miss Essie,” replied the plump aide. “We down one aide tonight. I gotta do two wings. Angela’s and my own! Hope you don’t mind if we do your pills a little early!”
“No. I don’t mind. I just got back from dinner.”
“What you got there?” asked the aide, coming over to Essie’s chair and staring at the new machine.
“It’s my answering machine,” said Essie proudly. “My grandson Ned hooked it up and taught me how to use it!”
“That good!” said Lorena. “You need one of them machines, Miss Essie. You hardly ever here! I don’t know as how them daughters ever find you!”
“Lorena!” cried Essie. “That’s ridiculous. I’m here a lot. It’s my apartment. I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Panting,” said Lorena, staring at Essie. “You just got here, didn’t you, Missy?”
“So?”
“So’s you probably out chasing after that Felix Federico,” replied Lorena with a suggestive leer.
“Not me,” said Essie, “but maybe my friend Marjorie was.”
Lorena laughed as she went to Essie’s kitchen and got the medicine box down from the cupboard.
“Oh, here’s that vitamin supplement they’ve added to your meds,” she said. “You want this in water or juice?”
“Water is fine,” replied Essie. “It tastes awful, but it’s quick.”
“Let me put it in juice then,” offered Lorena. “You won’t taste it
Essie loved to listen to the new Happy Haven director, obviously as much as Marjorie did. His accent was so beautiful and he had such a soft voice that it was like being sung to sleep by your mother. Like a lullaby , she thought. She sighed audibly, just as Felix removed his hands after giving each woman’s shoulder a tender squeeze.
“Ladies, you have a wonderful evening,” he said with a little bow. He looked like a romantic hero in one of those tear-jerker movies. He flowed gracefully over to another table, and Essie mused he was probably about to give the same schmaltzy treatment to another group of susceptible women. She shook herself, hoping to bring herself back to earth.
“I guess now that we’ve got ten our ‘Felix’ fix,” said Opal, “we can get going.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting much more fixed by Felix,” added Marjorie, still staring after the handsome man who was now chatting amiably with residents at a nearby table.
“I want to get back,” said Essie, “and check on my answering machine!” She pulled herself up and grabbed her walker.
“It’ll be there when you get there, Essie,” said Marjorie. “You don’t have to hurry back!”
“I know,” said Essie. “But now I’m curious to know if I got any messages. What if all this time that I’ve been moving around Happy Haven, people have been wanting to leave me messages, and haven’t?”
“Then get going!” suggested Opal. Her suggestion was lost on Essie who had already started out of the dining hall and was headed towards her apartment.
When she got there, she immediately looked at her new little machine and was disappointed to discover that there was no blinking light. With a sigh, she rolled over to her recliner and plopped down and then picked up her TV remote.
She was delighted that it was time for her favorite game show with the spinning wheel. Actually, the show played at numerous times during the day on different channels. Essie was well aware of each channel and each time slot. She flipped the ‘on’ button and was delighted to discover that the host and hostess had just arrived on stage and were greeting the three contestants while the big colorful wheel spun around and around in the background. She leaned back ready to enjoy her favorite program.
Her door opened and her night time aide Lorena entered.
“Lorena,” cried Essie. “You’re here early. It’s nowhere near eight o’clock!”
“I’m sorry, Miss Essie,” replied the plump aide. “We down one aide tonight. I gotta do two wings. Angela’s and my own! Hope you don’t mind if we do your pills a little early!”
“No. I don’t mind. I just got back from dinner.”
“What you got there?” asked the aide, coming over to Essie’s chair and staring at the new machine.
“It’s my answering machine,” said Essie proudly. “My grandson Ned hooked it up and taught me how to use it!”
“That good!” said Lorena. “You need one of them machines, Miss Essie. You hardly ever here! I don’t know as how them daughters ever find you!”
“Lorena!” cried Essie. “That’s ridiculous. I’m here a lot. It’s my apartment. I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Panting,” said Lorena, staring at Essie. “You just got here, didn’t you, Missy?”
“So?”
“So’s you probably out chasing after that Felix Federico,” replied Lorena with a suggestive leer.
“Not me,” said Essie, “but maybe my friend Marjorie was.”
Lorena laughed as she went to Essie’s kitchen and got the medicine box down from the cupboard.
“Oh, here’s that vitamin supplement they’ve added to your meds,” she said. “You want this in water or juice?”
“Water is fine,” replied Essie. “It tastes awful, but it’s quick.”
“Let me put it in juice then,” offered Lorena. “You won’t taste it
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