Dorm rooms of the elderly
About two weeks before my friend Charlene died, I was visiting her and we were watching Rachel Maddow.. Piper, her little dog was in his usual spot next to her. He got up suddenly and wandered to the door, announcing a visitor. Not bothering to knock, Maxine walked in with a big bag of puffy Cheetos in her hands and wearing an equally puffy purple bathrobe and matching slippers. She waddled over to Charlene and held out the half full bag. “This is my friend Maxine” Charlene told me “The only friend I have here”. She tells me this every Monday when Maxine visits. “Nice to meet you” Maxine says, as she says to me every Monday. It’s always like the first time she’s ever met me. Maxine was a resident of the assisted living place where charlene had lived in her cozy apartment for the past 6 months. Maxine’s purple bathrobe covered her old lady, long forgotten, past sexy shape. She holds out the bag and offers me a cheeto as she dips ...