Steaming foam cups wait in two neat rows. Bowls of marshmallows sit next to a thick pile of napkins at the end of the makeshift table of a whiteboard propped across a couple of sawhorses.
“Remind me,” Mary says, “whose bright idea this was.”
I laugh and jab my thumb in our husbands’ direction. The guys are [...]
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“Mrs. Gordon?”
It was Happy Dale’s manager. Richard Rhodes stood at the door to her room. She tried to ignore him, but he was like a mosquito in his buzzing persistence.
“Mrs. Gordon, I need to know what happened in the lunch room today.”
The living reminder of the best and worst days of her life was what [...]
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Angela loathed the lunch room. It was anything but lively. Some of the homes where she used to volunteer had daily chatter. Not so in the Happy Dale Happy Senior Residential Home. Community gatherings of any sort were grim. HDHSRH had a high mortality rate due to the makeup of its population.
It was the place [...]
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Angela stared at the ceiling. Dead bugs dotted the light fixture above her bed. A spider busily scampered along the glass lip. She had never tolerated it of any lamp in her home. When she grew frail, she had hired a girl to clean the house for her.
“Mrs. Gordon?”
A chipper nurse entered the room. Angela [...]
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I won a Lobster Gram from WGN radio. How funny… winning lobster in Chicago.
I won this twice before and always got the frozen tails. This time, we ordered the live lobsters while on vacation at a New England beach house. Why buy from the wharf when we could get them free? Besides, we thought our [...]
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Big Surly flops into the captain’s chair. The crew doesn’t need to acknowledge him. Their role is to get the ship to Space Dock come hell or black holes.
Customs swarms their approach.
Big Surly sweats. This load is legal, but he has a reputation. All the warrants are suspended for the duration of this mission. Crewmates [...]
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