room mates 1
Today my roommates are an old Jewish couple. Deaf and mostly comfortable with the growing silence.
“mumble.” - husband
“Huhg?” - wife
“Wha!? - husband
“grumble.”- husband
The wife is deeply indulged into her craft of the evening. Crochet or mending, I can’t see from where I am.
The husband is just in view. Balding, short (from osteoporosis? Or am I just tall?) and in his signature bathrobe. More of a signature outfit because none of us not even he, knows how many he has. But oh! the stories we hear about them. The flannel one in Utah with his sister. His sister that claims not to have married a Mormon. The one older than I am. And who could forget the two that are identical besides the fact that one is black and one navy blue. He is gruff in a softened way. Pacing in slow motion from the easy chair to the coffee pot, hunched over all the while. One wonders how he keeps a hump at bay. At the moment I can hear him arguing and disapproving, of the TV, I think. I think he was born cynical. I also think his marriage must have been arranged.
His wife still has light brown tendrils, kept short and neat. She’s the same height as her husband, but when they are next to one another she drastically overshadows him. I would chuck it up to her being a Jewish mother, thought they never had children. Surprisingly this is never an issue I have heard a word of. Whether of manors or there actually not being an issue, I am not privy to an answer.
“mumble.” - husband
“Huhg?” - wife
“Wha!? - husband
“grumble.”- husband
The wife is deeply indulged into her craft of the evening. Crochet or mending, I can’t see from where I am.
The husband is just in view. Balding, short (from osteoporosis? Or am I just tall?) and in his signature bathrobe. More of a signature outfit because none of us not even he, knows how many he has. But oh! the stories we hear about them. The flannel one in Utah with his sister. His sister that claims not to have married a Mormon. The one older than I am. And who could forget the two that are identical besides the fact that one is black and one navy blue. He is gruff in a softened way. Pacing in slow motion from the easy chair to the coffee pot, hunched over all the while. One wonders how he keeps a hump at bay. At the moment I can hear him arguing and disapproving, of the TV, I think. I think he was born cynical. I also think his marriage must have been arranged.
His wife still has light brown tendrils, kept short and neat. She’s the same height as her husband, but when they are next to one another she drastically overshadows him. I would chuck it up to her being a Jewish mother, thought they never had children. Surprisingly this is never an issue I have heard a word of. Whether of manors or there actually not being an issue, I am not privy to an answer.