The Home, Part 3: Flash Fiction Friday Post

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The Home, Part 3

Ralph and Mike waved. I waved back.

In the doctor’s office the guard
motioned me to sit down.

Jenkins nodded to me. “Mrs.
Nathan.”

“Doctor.” He wasn’t too bad as the
aliens went. At least he could speak clearly.

“You took a walk this afternoon.”

I waited. Let him ask me a
question. I wasn’t going to give up anything I didn’t have to.

He fiddled with his pen.

If he thought I’d be uncomfortable
with a long silence, he was wrong. I had been a counsellor and knew all the
tricks of the trade. I folded my hands in my lap and waited in the blessed
quiet.

The clock on the wall behind him
ticked off the seconds. Loud in the quiet room.

“Why did you leave the dayroom,
Laurie?”

Score one for me. He spoke first.
And now he was trying the friendly familiarity tact. When I entered I was Mrs.
Nathan. “What do you mean?” I put on an innocent face. I was having fun for a
change.

“The staff tell me they found you
in your room.”

I shrugged. “I don’t recall.”

He tapped his pen on the desk top
and took a deep breath. “Now, Laurie. Let’s not be difficult. What’s the problem
today? It’s not like you to be a trouble-maker.”

“I could use another blanket on my
bed.” If I had to be in here, let’s see if I could get something out of it.”

“Perhaps you were confused?”

“I’m not confused. I’m old.”

Jenkins wrote a note in his book, glancing
up at me as he wrote. “We’ll see about another blanket.”

Well! I was surprised at the quick
capitulation. “Thank you.”

He nodded and checked his file.
“You’ve been with us six months now. How are you enjoying your stay?”

I did my best not to grind my
teeth. Enjoying my stay? Did he think this was a resort? “I’d rather be home.”
Who knows. Maybe he’d listen.

“Hmmm.” He flipped though the file.
“It says here you were having difficulty at home alone.”

“No. I wasn’t.”

It was his turn to shrug. “Your son
thought so, Laurie. You were falling, unable to keep your home tidy.”

“That’s not a crime, last I knew.”

“But it is a health and safety
issue. Your son was very worried about you.”

“So I can check out at any time?”

His head slowly shook. “I’m afraid
not. Your son signed you in. Don’t you remember?”

I did remember. I was furious with
Stan. I told him it was just a cold. I was fine but he insisted that I needed
full-time care. I had been helpless because I’d made him my health proxy after
my husband died. For just in case. Now I was here. “There’s nothing wrong with
me.”

“You’re seventy-eight, Laurie. It’s
time for you to relax and let others take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself.” I
clenched my hands into fists. He didn’t answer and that made me even more
furious.

“We can’t have you wandering
around, Laurie. I think a few micrograms of benzodiazepine would be
appropriate. To keep you calm.”

“I’m calm enough.”

Jenkins nodded but pushed a button
on his phone. The door opened and the goon who’d dragged me in here came in and
stood behind my chair.

“Carl. Please take Mrs. Nathan back
to the dayroom. There’ll be a new prescription for her in the file.”

Carl, if that was its real name,
put a hand on my shoulder. My skin crawled. The interview did not end the way I
had hoped.

“Laurie, we’ll talk again.”

I snorted. Some talk. I stood up as
Carl squeezed my shoulder. I jerked it away form him and marched out of the
office ahead of the goon. I plopped into my chair. When the goon left, Edna,
Ralph, and Mike leaned over to look at me.

“What happened,” Edna whispered
just loud enough to be heard over the noise box.

“I lost. The so-called Doctor
Jenkins prescribed something to keep me calm.”

Ralph looked horrified. Mike and
Edna were concerned. “Oh, no,” Edan cried out.

I had my arms crossed in front of
me to control my shaking. I didn’t want to end up like Ralph, drooling and
mindless most of the day. “My own fault, walking in there with an attitude.”

Mike asked, “What did he say?”

“He said I can’t sign myself out,
for one thing.” My knee started bouncing. “I was sick when my son signed me in.
I’m fine now. I could go home.” The more I thought about it, the angrier I
became. What was wrong with Stan, signing me into this pit?

Edna put a hand on my arm. “I’m so
sorry, Laurie.”

I hated the comfort her hand on my
arm gave me. I wanted to be angry. “Can you see that all of the staff are
aliens?” I asked it suddenly. I wanted confirmation that they saw what I did.

All three of them looked around in
alarm.

“Shh.” Mike put a finger over his
lips. “They’ll hear!”

Ralph looked sick. I wondered if he
was going to throw up.

“So you see it, too?”

They all nodded but were keeping
their eyes down.

“We need to do something,” I said.

If anything, Ralph looked even more
sick.

“Do what?” Edna asked. “We’re
helpless in here.”

Mike and Ralph nodded.

“Crap!” I put a hand on my knee to
keep it from jumping up and down. “The first thing we have to do is stop taking
their miserable drugs. They’re making us stupid.”

Ralph brightened. He was always better
in the afternoon. “How?”

I grinned at him. “I don’t know.
They’re pretty diligent about making us swallow those pills.”

“We’d have to make sure we act as
though we took them.” Edna stared at the ceiling.

“Docile.” Mike nodded. “Not too
active.”

“But then what?” Ralph asked.

“We get out of here. I’ve had
enough.”

All three nodded.

I sat back in my chair. We had a team. Now we needed a plan.

Return next week for Part 4.

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