Saturday, May 20, 2023

Kristen Barrow (F)

Kristen Barrow pulled her chair close to her husband’s hospital bed. She set her brown paper bag on her lap.

“It’s Kris, Ben. Time to have us some lunch. I see, looks like, you have meatloaf and a baked potato and some carrots. I think that’s apple spice cake. Maybe.”

Ben, knees bent to his chest, thin arms wrapped around his legs, stared at the ceiling.

“I’m having tuna fish. I know, I know, always tuna fish. And some cottage cheese. No, no yogurt today.”

Kristen set her sandwich on a napkin on her lap.

“I guess that coffee is for me. Yes, I see the two creams. The girls here are so nice. Did I tell you Bill called?”

A low groan came from Ben, and he seemed to be gulping air, one, two, three gulps and then his mouth closed.

“Yes, Bill called. Benny is going to Carolina. Of course, he knows you will be pleased. Of course, going up to Knoxville was going to be too expensive. Much too much if you ask me.”

Kristen looked out the window. Spring flowers were potted around the central courtyard. One of the workers was watering one of the larger pots.

“Oh those geraniums look really pretty. Remember how we lined the back patio with geraniums that one year?”

Ben leaned away from her, his head and shoulder touching the wall. Again, a low groan.

“I started the tomatoes and cucumbers yesterday. I don’t think I am going to bother with squash this season. Of course, local squash will be in soon enough, so no reason to be concerned with that.

“Susan called. She’s taking the twins to Carowinds for their 12th birthday. Ed is going to be in Memphis. Some kind of presentation. I don’t know what really. Of course, his work is important.”

Kristen set her sandwich down. She took up the cake and his fork.

“Yes, I was right, right on the mark. Apple spice. Pretty good, if I do say so myself. Pretty good, Ben.”

She too another bite and then set the small dish down.

“I got my lunch at Chick-fil-A yesterday. You know how I love that sandwich. Of course, not with a pickle. You know how I—I don’t want to say the word hate—how I dislike pickles.

“Haven’t heard much from Sandy. Of course, you know how she is. Not a chatterbox. You know she is a reader like you. Rather have a book in front of her rather than another person. But she’s a good person. She really is.

“I think all our children are good people, Ben. Of course, as you know, there were some challenges. But that’s to be expected, isn’t it?”

Ben turned his head back to the ceiling and gulped, once, twice.

“Life is going to provide some challenges. Lots of people have challenges."

“I’m not sure I like this cottage cheese. They didn’t have my usual brand. Ben, you would be surprised at how many things are in short supply. Some things have just gone completely missing. I don’t know why we can’t get those little mint cookies we liked to have in the evenings.

“Well, we just make do, don’t we? That’s what we have always done, haven’t we?"

“Oh, the Cordes asked about you the other day. I told them you were doing okay.”

Ben groaned.

“Yes, Ben, I know. That’s what I’ve been saying. We just make do.”

Greer 2023

 

  

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