Wolf was waiting by the door. Her friend, Donna, was coming over to have dinner at the Home, to scout out the joint for her Auntie Jo. Seems that Jo was in the market for a new place to live. She was a teensy bit nuts, according to Donna. And poor Donna was beside herself trying to find a place for her crazy Auntie to live.
“Donna! Hi! So good to see you!”
“Hey Woofie. Good to see you. Been a long time.”
“What? Not really, dear. We were both at work today. Remember?”
“Oh yeah. That’s right. Sorry. I forgot you still worked there. I heard a rumor that you retired….or died. I forget which.”
“Don’t you remember? We had lunch together.”
“We did? Geez, there were so many people in the lunch room that I really can’t recall who was there.”
“Yes, true. But you said Auntie Jo was a tad bit looney and you were looking for a place for her to live. And I told you that I had the perfect place for Jo, that our Home was full of nut cases.”
“Well, that must be why I am here. I must admit I have been having black-outs lately. Your name really is Wolf, right?”
“Yup. Wolf. Now, Donna, did you bring Jo with you? Or are you alone?”
Oh Geez, I forgot. Jo is in the car. I better get her.”
When Jo walked into the Home, she appeared to be slightly inebriated. Tipsy is the word Wolf would use.
“Hey girls, so this is the place my niece wants to put me. Why in the hell would I want to live with a bunch of old people? Please!”
Wolf was delighted. Another boozer. Yes.
“Well, well, well. Jo! So good to meet you. Let’s go to my room and talk and maybe have a cocktail or two.”
“Now you’re talking sister. Go ahead and eat, Donna. We’ll catch up with you later.”
Donna sat down among the residents who tried to engage her in conversation. Too bad the stressed out Donna forgot what the hell she was doing there. She excused herself and said she had to leave to take her Aunt Jo to the liquor store.
Meanwhile, Jo and Wolf enjoyed an evening of brandy and Mr Good Bars, while they discussed the pros and cons of living at the Autumn Years Rest Home. Jo said she was happy living alone, but her lunatic niece was truly a nut ball, and wanted her to live with old people.
At 1030pm, Donna showed up to see if Wolf might know the whereabouts of her aunt. She thought she had taken her to the liquor store, but she never came out.
As the two of them walked to Donna’s car, Wolf thought: “I wonder if it is genetic.”