Run Like You're Gunna Lose Me

3

The moon was draped over thick clouds as the wind whistled carelessly through the windows and cracks of Bright Shore's cozy home for the elderly. It had begun to get grey by the time she had finished speaking with the doctor; they would always call her down to the home whenever it concerned Mrs. Glennair. She listened patiently to the doctor's words, and had sighed as he mentioned his patient needed to take her medication, and quit hiding it.

Leaning on Moira's door, Monnie kept her eyes on the old woman resting in her rose patterned covers. The room had been decorated to her personal tastes, and even the staff was jealous at how grand it was. The woman is loaded, they'd say.

"Come on, Moira, why do you keep throwing away the pills, you need them," Monnie finally said it. "Why do you do it anyway?"

Her heart had hardened to the thought of Moira wanting to die. Sure they didn't get along often --less than that-- but she did not want her to kill herself. At 77, Mrs. Glennair still had a handful of years left.

Moira sat on the bed with the most dipping frown that appeared to be an upside-down U. She was not happy at all for being treated like some child all for simply refusing to swallow the horrible medicine her stringent doctor would prescribe her. What had her even more furious was for the home to contact the bulky woman-child to come and cox her to obeying orders.

"Oh, why do you care? Why are you even here? I thought I had requested to keep you off my emergency list!"

"I thought I had made the request, too," Monnie muttered with her brows up. After rubbing her temples she then walked over to Moira, and sat down in the loveseat next to the bed. "I'm the only one on that list that isn't a doctor. I'm not going to try and push you to take anything, but you know they help with your sugar levels. You went to medical school, you know this is serious. I can't have you fainting all over the damn place."

"Hmp! It was a simple headache, I was fine!"

Monnie groaned as Moira kept her nose high. They both had been going back and forth ever since they first met. It had been about four years ago when her Grandma Kacey had been placed at Bright Shore's home, and quickly had passed away within the same year.

The year she was alive, Monnie made it her goal to always show up every afternoon and be with her, and at grandma's side would be the dear Mrs. Moira Glennair, who had Allen wobbling not to far. Even after the passing of her grandmother, Monnie had grown attached to Bright Shores, and the staff was aware of her acquaintance with Allen, and Moira. Ever since the passing of Kacey, the three were an odd group of friends who seemed to despise each other with passion . Such an honest friendship, seriously.

Chuckling, Monnie had a flash back of when Moira, and her Grandma Kacey both were scolding Allen for wearing that ridiculous black wig.

Narrowing her eyes at Monnie, Moira crossed her arms, and snapped her head to the girl. "What is so funny?!"

"Heh, do you...do you remember Allen's wig?"

At that Moira's eyes rolled back as if the holy ghost had taken over. "Oh, God, that awful thing!"

"You, and Grandma tossed it back to each other while he smacked me with the cane, demanding I help him get it back," Monnie couldn't help but smile. She missed Grandma Kacey; life without her seemed a little flavorless. Being honest with herself, she decided to tell Moira why she didn't mind always being called down to Bright Shores, "I don't mind coming to see you when they call me about what you do or refuse to do, I don't mind at all. You were my grandma's friends, and when I hang out with you, I feel I am with her, too."

Mrs. Glennair had not expected such an open discussion about Kacey. They had not mentioned her since her funeral, and she had personally sought to keep her thoughts about Kacey from her head strong grand daughter, Romanie.