Available on demand.
Available on demand.
Was that what her
life was to be?
Had it always been
this way?
Before Charlie died
she was half of a couple, on a plane with her couple friends. Now she
was the ‘available on demand Janice’.
Janice was working
herself into a real snit. The phone rang. Mazie. Let it ring.
“Janice, Mazie here. Call me when you get in.” Silence. “Please.”
Mazie’s please
echoed in her head as did her own ‘call her’, ‘don’t call
her’. Call her won.
“Mazie, just got your message. What can I do for you?”
“Janice, can I
come over for a short visit. I need to talk to somebody.”
With another demand
on her time because Janice was available to help; Janice was
available on demand. “Mazie, I just got in. How about tomorrow?”
“It won’t take
long. Please.”
* * *
*
“Mazie, what is
it?” Janice asked the swollen red eyed Mazie.
“Clyde has
leukemia.” Sobs replaced further words.
Janice embraced her.
“Whatever you need-- I’m here.”
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