Lunch is done.
I pull out the new walker Medicaid has gotten us. None of us are strong enough to hold her up anymore. Especially when she does that I-gotta-sit-down-on-the-floor/sidewalk/doctor’s office/stairwell/lobby thing.
That walker is our safety net. It has a chair and it can hold her weight on its arms better than me or Penny or Gabriella. Beats calling 911 or the Maintenance Guys to pick her up.
Florence does not see it that way. She hates that walker like I hated the violin. And she is seriously pissed off about having to use it. So I sell it like the masterful liar I’ve become. If she uses the walker, she’ll get strong again and can then tell me, Penny and Gabriella to go to hell and live by herself again and go to dances with lots of girls ready to foxtrot with her and run up and down Sixth Avenue eating whatever fast food she wants.
With that in mind she grabs the handles and starts shoving herself through space. I shout things at her like You're Doing Great and Let's Go You're Strong Go Florence.
She's as bad a driver as me and neither of us can get the walker through one doorway and into another without banging into walls, the desk, bookcases and every chair in the apartment.
At some point we all give up. Florences settles into the big chair in front of the TV. I put on THE PARENT TRAP with Lindsey Lohan because I don't have anything left inside to watch SINGING IN THE RAIN for the thirtieth time I just don't. There's nothing left inside.
THE PARENT TRAP is a miserable movie for both of us. She can't follow it because there is no music to take her through a familiar story. I wince at the bad writing and crude acting, but marvel at the young Lohan and answer Florence's repeated questions about the title the plot the actors the title the plot the actors the title the plot and soon it's over ...
...and I surrender and put on SINGING IN THE RAIN and Florence sings furiously along, each and every note and soon to hell with Gene Kelly wherever he is in the song. She motions me to join in and I sing along with her "... in the rain, what a glorious feeling..."
"YOU'RE NOT SINGING IT IN TUNE!" she yells.