FLU SEASON, Apt 16A, 3:00 am
HE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk and honey.”
SHE (sleepily) “Oh you poor boy. I’ll go fix it.”
She gets out of bed, puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen.
TWO WEEKS LATER, Apt 16A, 3:00 am
SHE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “I guess I’ve caught your flu. My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk and honey.”
HE (sleepily) “Oh you poor girl. Go fix it.”
She gets out of bed, puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen.
Dana Susan Lehrman
I really like your writing. Its fun to see what new stuff you come up with each time! I can only guess that this is autobiographical, since your others are!
Thanks Shel! Yes this really happened once but Danny has redeemed himself since then!
So glad to know Danny has redeemed himself! You are getting great personal stories from your own life. At least I believe its your own life. I didn't know about your Catskill hotel owning grandma.
Yes my grandma was a strong woman, they moved up there from lower east side because my grandpa was sickly and doctors advised they get out of the city. He died when I was an infant, and my grandma ran the hotel for 10 more years. Those were great childhood summers!