Suppose She Could Hear It

Just for a moment think about it. Suppose Ella, 97 of Edinburgh Scotland could hear it. Ella must've heard something. Something, anything at all really, she should have conceived the noise, this 'It'.

Ella had given birth and raised 13 children, very, very loud children. The loud children are stil loud, with their own little loud children, 39 extremely loud grandchildren for Ms. Ella. They were cute little children, loud, cute, big eyes- but that's beside the point of what we're thinking about. Back to the 'Suppose'.

She had to have heard it. She wasn't senile. Poor Ella, she was very sane for her old years. At least if that what you call, not hearing 'it', sane. Ella was the sanest person on the street. Her neighbor wasn't okay. Rita had a compulsive thing going for her. The woman ran the vacuum, all day, and all night it seemed.

The other neighbors had daily routines and families, they had jobs to attend to, not vacuums. They were too busy to be sane.

Is it sane to sleep all the time? It was rare for Ella to get up before the day of the party. Only when that compulsive neighbor came over did she ever wake up. She woke up just to have tea with her. It's like Ms. Ella had some special place in her heart for that woman.

Other neighbors visited. Robert from across the street who had 7 dogs, and a wife that had pent up anger issues. Ella had to at least hear her yelling.

This 'it' sound was ongoing, forever, long lasting- look where you've got me now, explaining eternity.

Suppose anything could cause 'it'. 'It' wasn't Charlotte that lived on the other side of Ms. Ella's house. Charlotte was the one that baked fancy pastries, she lived with her son. He drove fast, drove loud cars. Was 'it' him? No, never him.

Was it the children from down the street, living with their grandma Rose. She used to play Bridge with Ella all the time, until 'it' happened. When 'It' happened, Ella just started sleeping more often.

Was 'it' a depression, something on the inside? Secretly was this 'it' making Ella sleep all the time? Like sleeping, 'it' started 4 months, 9 days, 6 hours ago and the seconds are growing as we are here, supposing.

It happened whenever Ella sat by the window in her living room. She sat down in her favorite sky blue, comfy chair, 4 months, 9 days and 6 hours ago. She started to sleep, and it seemed like she would forever. Would 'It' ever cease?

Well, something made Ms. Ella wake up. Ella's family was throwing a party. Bob came, Charlotte, her son, his girlfriend Lucille with all the shoes. Catherine from the opposite side of town. Samuel who used to be a milk man, back much, much farther back in time where weren't supposing.

Arthur came with his new baby. That man Squire, he came to the party. Someone had to have noticed that 'it'. Or just 'it' happening to stop, to cease. Like how someone doesn't notice something until it stops. Ms. Ella certainly didn't notice until it was gone.

The party was in full bloom sometime before Steven told the joke. The joke about- you're getting me off track. I should finish. It's IMPORTANT!

While this whole party nonsense was going on she just woke up. Surprise hit the fan, in a good way, and twice over. First thing she said was, "I wonder if Rita's alright."

Rita, she could be one to be concerned about. She had just moved in. 'It' couldn't be her though. Rita was smart, sweet woman. She couldn't have caused 'it'. The timing was all wrong, or...

Miss Rita, the neighbor with the compulsive thing for cleaning moved in 4 months, 18 days and 3 hours ago. She didn't move in 4 months, 9 days and 6 hrs. ago. That's just when she brought home her new vacuum cleaner and started using 'it'.