Juan spotted me leaving my apartment last evening and quickly came into the hallway to spread his anxiety.
“My wife left me again. She hasn’t been here in over an hour. I think she is across the street at the old folks home, taking the man she wants to move in with us another plate of food. I’m worried.”
“Why worry, Juan?” I asked. “We are to be like the lilies of the field– isn’t that what the bible says?” I ask, remembering that Juan’s wife Lucy once boasted over the fact that her elderly husband was once a preacher.
“Yes, it does say that, but I’m all alone over here. Come inside. Look. She left a plate of food and some juice on the table. While I was asleep, she just vanished.”
I felt sorry for the old Spanish man with silver hair and the disease that is affecting his mind. Since the weather has turned warm, Lucy has once again put on her tight pants and can be seen regularly running up and down Central Avenue like a tramp. Even though the old man can’t think clearly, I’m sure he understands what she has been up to.
As I turned to walk downstairs, I looked Juan in his eyes and said, “Juan, you are still a very handsome man. You look so good for your age. Why not go get a younger girl, or at least flirt with one. I bet she won’t run out when you are sleeping again.”
Juan laughed and it seemed, he blushed at the compliment. “Don’t say a word of this to her when she returns, alright?”
“My lips are sealed,” I said, while pretending to zip and invisible zipper that covered my mouth.