Unless a lot happened off-panel, Hanna didn't see and learn much about Somerset, especially the cost. She's so blase' about how she will manage for the next three years getting her "items," how long before before wedding bells toll? I see Mary as the smirking matron of honor ("I'm the one who made this possible!") and Felicia monopolizing the buffet (chicken salad appetizers, vegetable terrine, kelk crispies, and a pink cake.
Sean will quietly see to it that the wait isn't 3 years. Ladies at Somerset will suddenly start dropping like flies after having teatime visits with Sean.
God what a horrible human being she is. First she browbeats Hanna into giving up driving and visiting Somerset; now she's taunting her about the long wait. Since Mary is just a comic strip character and not an actual woman, is it okay for me to want to punch her? No? How about a nice sharp slap? Still no? Okay, then can I or some designated comic character just puke on her? Ah, thank you. Ian, there's your cue!
Mary will now encourage Hanna to move in with Amy and Gordon.
"After all, Hanna, it's only three years. Amy can get your items for you, and think of the money you'll save on rent and gas and car maintenance. Besides that you won't be in the humiliating position of begging me for favors--and believe me, I will make it humiliating!"
If Karen Moy were at all forward- looking, she would abandon the notion of Hanna percolating on a three-year waiting list for Somerset and have her move into a multi-generational household with a lover 20-years her junior, a la Maggie Kuhn, late of the Gray Panthers. Kind of like that college housing with roommates many of us had but for seniors. . . This will likely be the only housing left to us as we age. It would be much more of a public service than this saccharine pipe dream that has me snoozing and feeling contempt. . .
Uncle Joe must just wake up laughin'..."Hey kids, get this! People actually have to show up to their jobs and do things pretty much 100% right or else get fired. Meantime, I get paid for drawing an arm under a seat belt."
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aaaand Mary plows into the back of the Somerset Shuttle. Scene!
Maybe Felicia needs a roommate? I don't see KM promoting a Senior Couple cohabiting in the Worthiverse.
(Or is it "cohabitating"? "Cohabitrailing"? Wait, that's for hamsters....)
Unless a lot happened off-panel, Hanna didn't see and learn much about Somerset, especially the cost. She's so blase' about how she will manage for the next three years getting her "items," how long before before wedding bells toll? I see Mary as the smirking matron of honor ("I'm the one who made this possible!") and Felicia monopolizing the buffet (chicken salad appetizers, vegetable terrine, kelk crispies, and a pink cake.
Sean will quietly see to it that the wait isn't 3 years. Ladies at Somerset will suddenly start dropping like flies after having teatime visits with Sean.
God what a horrible human being she is. First she browbeats Hanna into giving up driving and visiting Somerset; now she's taunting her about the long wait. Since Mary is just a comic strip character and not an actual woman, is it okay for me to want to punch her? No? How about a nice sharp slap? Still no? Okay, then can I or some designated comic character just puke on her? Ah, thank you. Ian, there's your cue!
Mary will now encourage Hanna to move in with Amy and Gordon.
"After all, Hanna, it's only three years. Amy can get your items for you, and think of the money you'll save on rent and gas and car maintenance. Besides that you won't be in the humiliating position of begging me for favors--and believe me, I will make it humiliating!"
Uncle Joe does these little things like draw the arm under the seatbelt to entertain himself and see if we're paying attention.
If Karen Moy were at all forward- looking, she would abandon the notion of Hanna percolating on a three-year waiting list for Somerset and have her move into a multi-generational household with a lover 20-years her junior, a la Maggie Kuhn, late of the Gray Panthers. Kind of like that college housing with roommates many of us had but for seniors. . . This will likely be the only housing left to us as we age. It would be much more of a public service than this saccharine pipe dream that has me snoozing and feeling contempt. . .
@Chin Napkin Groupie--How about Hanna's luxuriously long headrest? That thing must be two or three feet long.
Uncle Joe must just wake up laughin'..."Hey kids, get this! People actually have to show up to their jobs and do things pretty much 100% right or else get fired. Meantime, I get paid for drawing an arm under a seat belt."
I can actually see this being a very funny story, along the lines of Alec Guinness in "Kind Hearts and Coronets."
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