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Hope For A Happy Ending
“Henry,
open the door!” yelled Mary, one of the attendants at the Pine Valley Nursing
Home.
“Hold on
to your britches!” he answered and then lowered his voice. “Ginny, Barbara
Jean, I’m sorry but we’re going to have to finish this game later. I think
we’ve been ousted.”
Ginny
threw her cards down on the table. “Oh, phewy. I think I may have gotten a
royal flush this time, too. All I needed were two more cards.”
Barbara
Jean snorted. “You’ve been saying that all day. The only thing you’ve gotten is down to your brassiere and
panties.”
“Ain’t
nothing wrong with that,” cackled Henry, as he pushed himself away from the
table. “You’re still in mighty fine shape for a woman in her sixties.”
Ginny
waved her hand, blushing. “Henry, you know I’m eighty-four, you sweet talkin’ devil, you.”
“Yeah,
but you’ve got the figure of a fifty-year old, and these days, fifty is the new
forty,” he said, picking her robe off of the floor. As he stood back up, he
winced. “Oh, I only wish I could say the same thing about me. This back of mine
is giving me a lot of trouble, lately. I may have to ask one of you to give me
a massage once I get rid of Mary.”
“Certainly,”
said Ginny, smiling up at Henry, who was still a very handsome man at
eighty-nine. He kind of reminded her of Clint Eastwood, always wearing a
Stetson and a pair of cowboy boots. Of course, with his tall, lanky body, and
full set of teeth, he was definitely the best catch at the nursing home.
Barbara
Jean smirked. “I’ve heard about you and those massages, Henry. Nancy James told
me all about that ‘happy ending’ you were trying to talk her into the last time
your back ‘went out’.”
His
watery blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “I don’t rightly recall the ending
being happy or what that particularly means, Barbara Jean. Maybe you could
explain it later when the two of you return to my room and work out some
kinks.”
Barbara
Jean rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re kinky alright-.”
“Henry!”
hollered Mary, pounding on the door, much more loudly this time. “Open the damn
door. This is serious!”
He
sighed. “Oh, hell. Well, I can’t believe
I’m saying this, but Ginny, you’d better put some clothes on before Mary
somehow pushes that chest away from the door and starts going ninja on us. When she gets riled up,
she’s a handful, by golly.”
Barbara
Jean, who hadn’t yet lost a hand of poker or an article of clothing, stood up
and reached for her cane. “Well, I guess this party is definitely over. Perfect
timing, I suppose,” she said looking at her watch. “I think they’re running
some old reruns of Matlock on cable,
later.”
“Oh, I’ll
bring the popcorn to your room and we’ll watch it together,” grinned Ginny,
zipping up her housecoat.
“You’re
on.”
“You
girls want to help me move that chest out of the way, first?” he asked, walking
over to the door. “Before you trade me in for Andy Griffith?”
“Oh,
Henry. Andy could never replace you,”
said Ginny, eyeing him appraisingly. The man still looked good in Levis. She
only wished she would have known him back when he was still in the
rodeo, riding those bulls.
“Speak
for yourself,” said Barbara Jean. “Back in the day, nothing beat a bottle of
Chardonnay, a Matlock marathon, and my B.O.B.” She sighed. “Boy do I miss those
days.”
“What’s
that, you say?” asked Henry. “B.O.B?”
Ginny
giggled. “She means her battery operated
boyfriend.”
His
eyebrows shot up.
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ha! best catch at the nursing home. love it!
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