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Meadow Lakes in Lockdown



The text was simple.


“Meet me at Table 12, 9:30 pm.”


The dining room was locked. Table 12 was inaccessible. But as the big clock in the lobby of Meadow Lakes Retirement Community struck the half hour, four figures in nightgowns and robes appeared at the locked door.


Marge Aaron moved forward with a key and unlocked the door.


They hurried in and rushed to table 12, lifted the chairs from on top of the table, arranged them a little farther apart than usual and, standing around the table, emptied the pockets of their robes.


Four wine glasses appeared on the table.


From Marge Aaron’s pockets came two bottles of Chardonnay wine.


“It’s so good to be here!” Hadley Joy Morris Whitfield said. A retired socialite, Hadley was dressed in a blue silk robe with matching nightgown and matching slippers.


“It’s been so long!” Robinson Leary replied. The retired professor wore Creighton Blue Jay sweats.


“How did you get the keys, Marge?” Mary Rose McGill, a sweet Catholic girl asked. Mary Rose had on pink pajamas that said, “I love PJs.”


“Took them out of Alphonso’s pocket as soon as he went to sleep,” Marge smiled. As a retired homicide detective, Marge Aaron would have made an excellent pickpocket.


Meadow Lakes Retirement Community was in lockdown because of the Covid-19 virus. There were no exercise classes, no dining in the dining room (meals were delivered), no fun meetings and no wine-time on Thursdays. Everyone was safe and no one was happy.


“You know what I’m going to do starting tomorrow?” Mary Rose asked, looking around at her friends and grinning ear-to-ear.


They looked at her.


“Every time I meet someone in the hallway when I go get my mail, I’m going to say, ‘Have you lost weight?’”


“That’s good,” Robbie said. “When I opened my refrigerator this afternoon it said, ‘What the hell do you want now?’”


“What?” Mary Rose said.


Robbie repeated herself.


“It’s damn hard,” Marge put in, to have to be six feet apart here when half the population is hard of hearing!”


“What?” Hadley said.


Marge smacked her on the arm and laughed. “The other day Alphonso said I should embrace my mistakes.”


They looked at her.


“So I hugged him!”


“Everyone asks me how I am, and I say okay,” Mary Rose said. “But I really just want to go to Marks Bistro for a long lunch.”


They each took a sip of the wine Marge had poured.


“Speaking of drinking,” Hadley said, holding her glass up, “last week I put a bottle of wine in every room, dressed up and went bar-hopping.”


“We can at least get toilet paper now,” Mary Rose smiled.


“When I was in Costco last week. I saw a roll of toilet paper in the jewelry counter with an expensive price tag.” Marge said.


Mary Rose perked up. “I had a romantic moment with Wiley. We were on the couch and he said, ‘I’m glad I get to spend so much time with you.’”


“That’s sweet,” Robbie said.


“It was until I realized he was talking to Geoffrey the dog!”


They were quiet as they drank more wine.


“Speaking of dogs,” Hadley added. “I hear Harriet Hurley’s dog is so happy it can’t stand it, but her cat is contemplating suicide.”


Marge opened the second bottle and poured into the four glasses.


Robbie raised her glass. “Here’s to staying safe,” she said.


“Here’s to knowing it is what it is, and it becomes what we make of it,” Hadley said.


Marge added, “Here’s to all the cops I know who are risking their lives.”


“To everyone working in the hospitals, clinics, nursing homes, places where people are dying,” Mary Rose finished.


She looked around. “Sneaking in here. Stealing Alphonso’s keys. Sitting this close together. It’s Geriatric Sin.”


“Here’s to Geriatric Sin!” they all said together, raising their glasses again.


In what seemed as no time at all, the grandfather clock in the lobby struck midnight.


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