“The stairs. Those steep stairs in the new place we’d just moved into when we were little. Didn’t it seem like we used to fall down those stairs a lot?”
Dory doesn’t answer. Marge doesn’t expect her to. After all, Dory died of leukemia when she was fifteen and Marge was eighteen. She’d left Rutger’s University and flew home for the funeral. Never did go back to college. Daddy needed an extra hand at the store and Mom, well she never was the same.
Allison, Marge’s home health care helper is used to the old lady talking to herself. Lots of them do that. She figures one day she’ll do it, too, if this job doesn’t kill her first. She sends a quick text to Davy, reminding him to check in on Auntie Marie.
Davy feels his phone buzz against his leg but ignores it. Mom only got him this phone so she could text him constantly. He doesn’t need to remind her that of course, he remembers he’s taking Auntie Marie her insulin and some of that hard brown bread she likes. He’ll get to it. Here’s Jerome and Stick and a couple of the other guys. Time to find out what went down last night. He remembers the sirens getting closer and then cutting off like they do when they hit their destination. He’s sure it wasn’t a dream.
Auntie Marie checks the door again. She thinks she had enough insulin for this morning’s injection but doesn’t have a clear memory of having actually done it. Where’s that Davy? She hates to bother Allison when she’s working, but she’s starting to feel a little funny. A quick check of the empty insulin bottle confirms that she did this morning’s injection. Unless last night’s injection finished the bottle. Oh well, a small piece of cornbread and some orange juice should set her right.
Marge likes this new lady, Allison, ok. She’s better than most of the fat, lazy slobs the agency sends. Did she give Allison that fiver she keeps on hand to show her appreciation? No, it’s still under the doily on the nightstand.
Allison is sure Davy went and forgot and now there’s no answer at Auntie Marie’s. She wonders if she can risk slipping out for half an hour. Auntie Marie never remembers her injections and Davy, why the heck did she even bother getting him that phone when he ignores her texts? She peeks in, sees Marge checking that Allison hasn’t stolen that stupid five dollars and makes her move out the kitchen door.
Davy can’t believe he forgot to get that awful hard brown bread for Auntie Marie. He’s got the insulin, though, and that’s what she really needs anyway.
Marge was sure that woman Allison had been here earlier but maybe that was yesterday. She checks again. The fiver is still there. She remembers something she wanted to tell Dory and goes back to the living room.
© Remington Write 2020. All Rights Reserved
In August 2020, AleXander Hirka set himself the challenge of creating a daily digital collage based on an image and a concept. The image is that of the antique Omega watch that belonged to his Mom and the concept is Time. In September 2020, the Anomalous Duo is challenging themselves to write a short piece of fiction for each collage — the Our Hours project.