COLLEEN: I tell you Nora, if I don’t kill Flibbertigibbet-Dana she’ll kill me. Look at her out there, slinging clothes over the line. They’ll never dry. You watch, she’ll be up here looking for a glass of wine – pour me a glass, will ya? She drives me crazy. Why Howie married her I’ll never know. He was in love with you – still is. Why didn’t you marry him? Then you could be my sane sister-in-law. She’s of no use to me. And those heels. It could be the dead of winter and out of the house she comes in her heels. Christ, I was wrapping Dad’s arm at the hospital this morning. His arm is useless. The lymph edema. There I am wrapping his arm and he’s in agony and I want to yell at him because he’s in so much pain and I hear, click, click, click, click, click, from a distance and immediately I feel my shoulders rising. The click, click, click, click getting louder and louder until it’s right outside the door. Dad is moaning, I’m sweating because the goddamn heat in the room is somewhere around a tropical island, perfect for breeding pneumonia and then I hear the click, click, click, click, faster, but now it’s further away, past the room…..
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- Written by: Dominique Cieri