A few days ago, my OT and PT get me into the wheelchair, which is part of my therapy and I go into the hallway:
Cast of characters:
Miriam: normally a sweet lady who carries a stuffed bear named Mankie on her walker.
Annette: Another ancient soul who is always enraged about something. A walking frenzy.
I’m seated between their two rooms. There are two leathery chairs as well. And a large print on the opposite wall of kids playing by the Brooklyn Bridge with mossy rocks in the foreground and the water in back.
Miriam sits down near me, with a wicked smile.
It’s a zoo. A zoo. She looks at me coldy.
An aide walks by. Stay away from me, Miriam says.
And then to me: I have a gun and I know how to use it. Nobody has the right to steal m clothes.
Who took your clothes?
The same son of a bitch that always steals them ever week.
Serious look at me. I saw him in your room.
Oh. He picks up the laundry from the hamper.
Those are my clothes… And she goes into a rage curing like a sailor.
he’s a mutherfuckin’ piece of shit asshole and one day I’m going to show him the business end of m pistol.
Marian, where is this pistol.
I have it in my pocketbook.
Can I see it?
Oh. You’ll see it if you don’t shut up.
At that moment Annette comes and stands in her door front.
She immediately goes off on Marian.
WHAT’S THAT CUNT DOING HERE. GO IN THE GUTTER AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS THERE.
Watch out for her Marion says. She’s killed two people.
To be continued…