Preferences by debgrant
Three women of a certain age
In a waiting room.
One tugs her robe more tightly as another robed woman is ushered in to sit and wait for results.
The process is routine but at a certain age…nothing feels routine anymore.
Eye contact. A glimmer of understanding. The second woman says “hello.”
The first woman says, “I really don’t want to be here.”
The second woman says, “I can think of a bazillion other places I would rather be.”
The third woman about the same age is on the television -one of those home remodeling shows.
The first and second women look up at the TV as the third woman says, “What matters to me in the whole world right now is that my stucco won’t look ugly.”
The first and second women looked quickly at each other and chuffed a laugh.
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