Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Senior Practice
“Mr Arch won’t make it.”
“Better have a good excuse!”
“Deceased.”
“That’s reasonable. I’ll miss him.
He had a funny-sarcastic way.”
“Brick says put Ruth D'Onofrio in
his appointment. She’s at the Senior
Center for Volleyball, so her phone's off,
but keep trying.”
Unsaid that Brick always invited the
practice to his office after appointments
when anyone died. Our own little Memorial.
Then, the fifth of Wild Turkey produced
from a drawer, along with cheese and
crackers, and Pepperidge Farm Cookies.
This time, Lorton the X-Ray guy told all
that the secret of long life is constantly
reinventing yourself. “I’m thinking of
becoming a woman this next time!”
“Don’t!” warned Rhonda, “I’m one and it’s no bargain!”
She had come from an appointment at the grammar school. “The children beat up the bully! My little Rhonda leading the charge!”
“So? Trouble?” inquired Mr Chubby.
“I’m so proud!”
Ruth D'Onofrio flew in as if cued. “God rest his soul!”
Mr Chubby wondered “Your phone was off.”
“Got your message too late, but I had heard about the poor guy through the grapevine. Dr Judge from three offices down.”
“What’s he doing with the seniors? In his fifties.”
“Born old!”
They nodded. And drank.
Brick and she talked informally. No charge…not really an appointment.
Labels: doctor, office staff, senior citizen, senior practice
