Autumn Years Rest Home: Saturday night.
“Well, look who’s here. It’s the Fox! Where have you been girl?”
“I’ll never tell, dear sister Wolf. Besides, what business is it of yours?”
“You know what Fox? Don’t tell me. I am sorry I asked. Besides, I always knew you were Mom’s favorite.”
“Mom didn’t have favorites. She loved all of us kids, even you.”
“Nope. You were the favorite. You always had everything you wanted.”
“Don’t be a silly goose. Just because I am better looking than you, that didn’t make a bit of difference to dear old Mom.”
“Oh yeah, then how come you got to take dancing lessons and I got stuck going to church with Ma.”
“She wanted you to be a nun, dear. She knew it was your only hope for some kind of life.”
“Well, so much for that. I got kicked out of the nun house.”
“You never did tell us why. Pray tell, Sis, what really happened?”
“I helped Father Jack set up a brewery in the basement. And we got busted smoking pot, when the damn thing blew up.”
“Why did you have to get involved with brewing and weed? Don’t you remember what happened to Daddy? He went to the big house for years over that kind of stuff.”
“I couldn’t help myself. The devil made me do it.”
“Well, when you came back home, Mom and I made a pact.”
“What?”
“We decided you should work for the phone company. It was the next best thing to being a nun.”
“I will have you know, I made one hell of an operator.”
“Of course you did, Wolf. Mom and I knew it was the right choice for you. I mean, what else could you possibly do? You were homely, banned from the church and hated going to my dancing recitals.”
“It always gets back to you, doesn’t it Fox? Look where dancing got you. The oldest living pole dancer in Pennsylvania. And I hear you got a pole installed in your room at our rest home. Why?”
“Practice makes perfect, dear Sister.”
“Is that why all the firemen are hanging out in your room?”
“Oh my yes. They love to put Vaseline on their legs and slide on down.”
“Just where were you today, anyway? Fess up.”
“I ran into Father Jack. He was looking for a new career. We had a few beers and shared a joint, and I talked him into applying for a fire fighter’s job.”
Wolf