A man as ancient as Mary comes to the
ambulance door.
‘Fetch my bag would you, David? It’s on top
of the fridge. Make sure my phone’s in there with my address book and purse.
And could you ring Ann and tell her? Only don’t lay it on too thick – I don’t
want to worry her.’
‘Righto. Anything else?’
‘Could you turn the heater off? And make
sure the back door’s locked.’
‘Will do. Anything else?’
‘Can you ring Jessica and tell her I won’t
be there today? Tell her I’ll give her a call from the hospital when I know
what’s what.’
‘Okay darling. Here. Give us a kiss.’
He hauls himself up the steps, holds on to
the yellow rail, and then bobs about arthritically from one side to the other
as he struggles to figure out the cleanest, least painful place to kiss her. In
the end he opts for the top of her head.
As he’s shuffling back towards the house I
ask Mary if David is her next of kin.
‘I don’t know,’ she says. ‘He’s my
boyfriend.’
‘Okay. Shall I put him down as your next of
kin?’
‘I don’t know. We don’t live together. We’re
not living in sin.’
‘Oh – don’t worry about that, Mary. I don’t
think anyone minds about that stuff anymore.’
She goes to put her injured hand up to her
face, then winces and slowly relaxes it back down again. Her left eye has
swollen up and closed now, but she fixes me keenly with her right.
‘I kept my house and he kept his.’
‘That’s nice.’
‘We’re not getting married.’
‘I think whatever works best for you is
fine.’
‘When my husband died I didn’t want to get
married again.’
‘No. I can understand that. But then things
change, you come up with new arrangements. It’s perfectly understandable.’
‘Because if we got married it would affect
things.’
‘Sure. And I think it’s a good idea to have
your own space.’
‘No. You don’t understand. If we got
married I wouldn’t be able to carry on collecting my first husband’s pension.’
8 comments:
Classic! What a brilliant story and a fantastic ending line. Kudos to you, sir.
Thanks Elaine.
It doesn't matter how many times I resolve never to make assumptions - d'oh!
What a heart warming story.
Cheers Spence.
Brilliant! Good for her. I love feisty old ladies.
My favourite ever presumption was one where I asked the gentleman if his granddaughter was coming with us.
"That's NOT my granddaughter. That's my wife!"
And, nope, we never learn!
Great story :)
Nothing stands in the way of true love.
Except a few quid every month it seems.
Thanks v much, Mike & BT.
Insomniac - That's an awkward one. I've made the same mistake. In my case it was "Your father" when it should've been "Your husband".
Jacks - But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? I'll be disappointed if it's not an Eco Long Life GU10 5 Watt Super Bright LED..
Haha brilliant and good for her too, why not, he'd paid into it so why shouldn't she enjoy it.
Hope she is ok.
lollipop
xx
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