an older woman entered the crowded
waiting room through the opaque glass door hurryup make your appointed time and Wait.
hed looked up out of his book took a quick gander around the room the
only unoccupied seat was a straightback wood chair he saw her head towards it
Excuse me maam he stood Why dont you sit here I think
this chair might be more comfortable
No thank you, young man. I’d prefer
that chair.
she moved slowly on a cane an none too steady
Here he moved to her may I help you
You don’t have to.
I dont but if I can be of help Im happy to help
Then, yes, please, that would be
nice; you’re very swee . .
.
. Stop Yadont know me Im not sweet
It’s sweet you’re offering me
help.
That aint sweet I just dont want
my maw to materialise and slap me around for not being courtesy polite a gentleman
he took her armsteadying her as she let go of her quadcane covered her mouth with her hand and laughed
recovering she said Mothers have that skill.
Skill my ass Thats black magic shit
she
laughed even harder into her hand
Oh my,
you're terrible!
Yah Terribly true
Stop, please, I keep laughing
like this I won’t make it to the chair.
Pee right here on the floorhuh
Oh my, you are terrible; yes still through her hand
right here on the floor.
Gimme a secondlemme roll up my
pantlegs
STOP!
he firmed his grip on her hand also taking her by the elbow
Better
You’re hushing up?
Hushing
in silence they covered the last sixseven feet to the chair
he turned her to the aisle and
helped her sit in the ladderback chair
Youre sure you prefer this chair
Yes. I do. Thank you so very much.
she stood the cane beside her right knee out of the aisle Truth but known, I do.
Youre welcome
Hmm truth be known That sounds like a story
Not much of a story.
I like tales too Tails Quickies
her mouth gaped open then closed in a smile You know you are absolutely terrible?
Terrible Awful My maws always
calling me awful he held his hands upimploring Its innate I cant help myself Anif I did I wouldnt
have as much fun as I do Youre having
fun yah
still smiling she shook her head I am, though I don’t suppose I should . .
. .
Not gentlewomanly Dont sweat that We should always try to have fun
I am having fun.
An so
So?
Im waiting on your Truth be known
Ohmy, yes, I did say, didn’t I?
Wha Now youre losing your mind
her hand went to her mouth again
to stifle her laughter You’re . .
.
. Awful Spit that line outsee how it
feels in your mouth
You’re awwwful.
Atta girl whadaya think
I think I like it.
My maw uses nothing but
I may too.
Please I told her to copyright it but she never got around to it
You’re awwwful.
See Natural
he shook his head You are losing your mind
Stop. I am not.
I was catching my breath.
Right
What was I saying?
he laughed
Good timing
she smiled
Truth be known
Yes Truth Please
I don’t like the upholstered
chairs in here, like the one you offered.
No
No. Not at all.
Hard to get up out of
Not too hard, no.
I’m vain, I suppose.
Vain Whadoes vanity have to do with an
upholstered chair
I don’t like what it does to my
arms.
Your arms
Whadoes it do to your arms
she pushed at her upper arm with
her fingers See?
See
See how funny the skin is? Thin.
Crepe-papery. Wrinkly. The upholstery exacerbates, exaggerates it; and I don’t
like that.
he nodded sympathetically
I don’t like it, no. Seems to say to me, that me,
my skin, is becoming nothing more than a wrapping; I’m no longer an integral
package, or of substance, a substantial being.
I am.
I can appreciate that
Truth be known
But yaint an old dog if you were you wouldntve learned Youre awful
she smiled
It’s pronounced awwwful.
Look at you trying to teach me
You like music
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