brother, heâs wait for you.â Closer. âTake you out, breakfast treat, Canada Day!â
âEricâs here?â
âDining room.â
Annabel grabbed the Velcro.
âStupid!â Sally.
âDonât believe her!â Lorraine.
Ninety-five pounds and years, her hair a thick silver crown, Annabel scooted out, her heels so keratinous they sounded tak-tak-tak.
Across the hall, a TV blared. In the criminal justice system the people are represented by two separate, but equally important, groups: the police, who. . .
Whir whir, the Wandererâs chair.
Clack clack of stilettos. âHey you! Thief, and dangerous driver. Youâve been expelled before. Donât think it canât happen here.â
Then to Teevee-gal, shouting, âI said, Keep the volume down!â
Next across the hall to 17-A, shoving at Lilyâs trolley. âHow many times have I told you, Donât leave supplies by an open door!â She brandished a litre of surface cleanser, ivory in her black hand. âDo you speak English?â
Stone-faced, Lily exited 17-A and waited for Josie, another aide, to accompany her into Mr. Changâs room. Its other resident, Big Man, attacked staff.
âRemember,â the Boss Lady told Sally and Lorraine, âthese people keep you alive. I want no complaints.â
Transfer arrived.
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Sallyâs busy morning
Maybe thereâd be pancakes for breakfast?
Waiting. Calendar, meanwhile.
Always she ticked off the weekday ActivitiesâMon Bingo , Tues News & Views, Wed Crafts, Thurs Flower Arranging ânot that she attended. I like to relax. By Fri Baking , no tick appeared. Thought so! Canada Day tomorrow. Canât fool me, Lily. Turning the page, she examined the photo of July fireworks at English Bay. Pretty. Was I there once?
Waiting, she fiddled with her sunflower jigsaw.
Whir whir , an electric chair rolling in. That heavy old woman. Feet, gone. Face creased, a softening gourd.
âNot here, no. You live with Teevee-gal in 17-B. Bee bee bee!â
The Wanderer snatched at Van Gogh, wheeled to the window and threw a piece out, looked excitedly at Sally, threw another.
âStop, Iâll tell!â
The visitor U-turned and yanked the privacy curtain round Sallyâs bed.
âPull that back!â
Invisibly the wheelchair departed. Sally rang her buzzer, rang. In time, hunger changed her priorities. âWhereâs my damn breakfast?â
With the cold food came extra Aunt Jemima.
As Sally ate, 17-B roared again. The police who investigate crime, and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their sto. . .
Sally watched the doorway. Whoâs got her remote this time? TVâs all Teevee-gal has. I hate Lily. Why donât Melia or Josie tell her off? Roberto? She licked her plate.
Nap-time.
More waiting, jigsaw.
Moving pieces fruitlessly, Sally recalled again Lorraineâs saying, âThe others are younger. From the same island, same village even. They canât make her do a thing.â
To physio next, heavy on the walker, escorted by the aide.
En route, Boss Lady.
âLily was mean to Annabel!â
âLies. Iâve no time for this.â
Sally said to Lily five times, âI told on you! I did!â
So far. Then many exercises. Too many. So much bending. Knees sore. Back sore. Never a snack.
Back in 17-A at last, Sally said, âYouâve twisted this walker, Lily.â
âTen times maintenance fix for you.â
âFucking did not!â
Lily knocked Van Gogh bits off the table, took the mobility aid and left.
Sally couldnât find her picker-upper.
Chicken noodle, maybe? How can Annabel love that stupid brother? He never visits. Is he dead? Crackers. Apricot yogurt. One brownie, never ever two. Whyâd she throw out my puzzle? Throw out Lily! The Boss Ladyâd be so mad.
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