Raven’s Thread9

This is based on the words from Bret – bark/broth

Games people play
1. “Edith, how can you put up with that man? He is so caustic.”
2. “Now, dear – you only see one side of him, you know,” Edith poo-pooed as she fiddled about her tiny kitchenette, putting some water in a pan, chopping up some onion, the sound of clinking pans and ticking on wood.
3. “You know it’s all a game to him; when you come around, he figures it’s his right to bite a little – what else is there to make life interesting?” Edith finished.
4. “Well I’m not so sure about that,” the nurse replied with a huff, finishing off the bed-linens and coming up behind Edith, “ Do you mean to tell me that he doesn’t act like that around you?”
5. Edith looked up at her smiling reflection in the window, her aging eyes twinkling as ever, “Oh, he plays a different game when I’m around.”
6. “Well, at least he’s not like that horrid Mr. Denton down the way – he can’t keep his hands to himself,” the nurse began and then turned beet-red as she realized what she was implying and how she was gossiping.
7. “I’m sorry Edith – I didn’t mean to say… I mean … I…”
8. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart,” Edith shushed her as she put the last touches to her broth and headed down the hall of the care-home to her husband’s room, “just be happy that his bark is worse than his bite.”
9. The smell of rich broth wafted into the room as Edith opened the door and she smiled as her husband of 70 years, a twinkle in his eye, removed his teeth, gumming a smile as she sat at his side to share these intimate moments again.

~ by sraabs on June 4, 2007.