Dear Quiet one,
Hi. I'm a little embarrassed to be writing you, without even knowing your name, but know that this is for you, not your more outgoing sister. You don't know me, but my name is Dixie, and I live in the pale yellow house, across the street and down three houses from you.
The reason for this letter, is to ask you if you would like to drop by for coffee or a drink some evening? I guess that would be the three of us, as you obviously can't leave your sister at home, can you?
I'm rather new to town and haven't made many friends yet. Actually, I grew up here, but thats a tale for another day..lol.
I've noticed you are kind of a "techie", and I dabble on the Internet a bit myself, so we do have something in common. Well, that and I'm an avid reader myself,. Perhaps we could start a book club?
I know, in this day and age, accepting an invitation from a complete stranger would be a bit irresponsible of you, so I'll tell you a bit about myself.
My name is Dixie Black. I moved back here because my Mom has Alzheimer's and had to be placed in a nursing home. You might have been around when she was wandering up and down the street trying to find the house she had lived in for forty-five years.
I have a brother, but he wouldn't take responsibility for Mommy, so it fell to me. To be honest, I didn't want to be responsible for her either, but someone had to do it. I'll tell you about my bro another time, but he's a real pip, if you get my drift? I think I just found another thing we may have in common..lol
I am a nurse, and I work at Sunny View, with the old folks. I've enjoyed geriatric nursing for 25 years now. Well, I did until I started here. It somehow changes your perspective when you MOTHER is one of the old folks you minister to, ya know?
But, its the only nursing job in town and it will suffice till I'm free of old Mom.
Does that sound crass? I guess I should tell you, we were never very close to begin with.
When Mommy passes, I will probably sell the house and move back to the city, where I really belong. By that time, I will be able to do most anything I like. Did I mention that Mommy is loaded? Not that she even knows, or even knew about it when she was herself. Daddy always took care of the finances, and she had no clue as to the worth of the stock he had purchased over the years. When she passes, it all comes to me, as the bro doesn't want anything to do with her or what she owns. Dumbass! And I ain't telling him about it either..lol Its what he gets for making ME come back here, and I think I deserve it, having to watch her diminish a little bit every day, that, and the other issues which led me to stay away from here.
Wow, this little invitation has turned into a missive, and if I don't stop soon, you'll know my entire life history, and then we'll have nothing to talk about over that drink. Sorry this is so long, but for some reason, I feel I can talk to you in a way I haven't been able to talk with anyone since I left my BFF in the city to move back here.
Please don't think I'm some stalker, or one of those who may see you and your sister as an oddity. I've been a nurse long enough to know you are two separate people, who just happen to be "close", so to speak.
Please email me at: DixieBelle@blather.com if you're interested.
by Donna Spirit
March 6, 2006
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Dear Quiet one,
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