I look into the closet and cannot see a blue dress, so I ask for the sky blue one hoping to throw her right off. Lo and behold, she finds a blue dress with white and yellow flowers. It is bright and cheery, so I forgive her for intruding on my privacy and assuming I can’t pick out clothes that I want to wear for the day.
Sue starts to help me dress. I tell her that I can dress myself. She insists on helping me. “Ok, I will cooperate if it makes you feel useful,” I say, then apologize for being snarky, although I am NOT really sorry. She is definitely dancing on the one nerve I have left!
“You look very pretty,” Sue says, and we go into the bathroom so I can look in the mirror.
Yikes, I do not recognize the face staring back at me. It’s so old! It can’t be me! Shit, I just can’t be that old! The mirror is playing a cruel joke on me It’s mean! The reflection does look like my ancient mother. Of course, it can’t be because she has been dead for many years. I say nothing to Sue about the reflection not being me. I do not want her to think that I‘m delusional. I simply tell her that the dress is pretty and she has made a good choice. Sue smiles rather smugly.
Sue then leads me out of the room and into a long, dark hallway.
There are strangers standing around, and some seem to be holding up the walls. Others hug themselves as they rock back and forth, the poor dears. A few are making weird, groaning noises and I hear a cry now and then. It scares me, and I want to run away. Sue pats my hand and tells me I am safe.
I cling to her arm, and we walk on until we come to a pair of big doors. Sue opens them and we enter a large room filled with light and delicious smells.
“The dining room,” Sue announces.
“Gee, I could have figured that out for myself, given a minute or two,” I wanted to snap but stay silent. People are seated at round tables. Some of them have dead faces, but they are eating so they must be alive.
The tables are scattered like marbles strewn across a big floor. I do not know which one could possibly be mine. I do not recognize anybody. It is all so weirdly bizarre.
“Where is your table?” Sue asks. Huh! Now she asks if I can do something.
“Remembering is not my strong point; ask another question,” I respond.
Sue ignores me and says that my friend is at a table waiting for me.
“Surely you remember what table you sit at with your friend,“,Sue insists.
I want to growl and snap but ignore her.
“I do not recall having any friends in this place unless a Divine Diva is here. I miss them so very much.”
Well, well, well. Sue DOES know where my table is. Why the blue blazes did she ask where I sat then? Was she testing me? The witch!
We walk towards a table by a window. I love the window.
Sue pulls out a chair for me. I sit down and look out at the lovely garden filled with colourful flowers and plants. There are birds, wonderful, beautiful birds. Then I notice a woman sitting opposite me. As she ia about to leave, Sue tells me that the woman is my friend. I am glad Sue is gone because she was definitely driving me bonkers.
I ask the lady if the table is mine too.
