Entry 45

Today was the anniversary of Betty's death. One year since she went to heaven. I stared at the picture and wept.

"I miss you angel.  Wait for me in heaven will you,"  I said to myself and then put my head in my hands.

"How do you know she went to heaven? She's a looker, she probably went to Hell." George said from the doorway. 

"Oh, George, I didn't realize that you were there, I'm sorry, I'm a little out of it because of the anniversary of my wife's death."

"I got something for you Old Man." George unrolled a poster. It contained a variety of old movie stills with an announcement sprawled across the top:

'GEORGE & GRACIE - One Night Only, performed by our community's very own volunteers'

He then grabbed my arm and gave me a big grin, "You see Troy, you can ask one of the local girls to the show and that will get your mind off of your wife."

I immediately ripped the poster in half and yelled at him,

"Do you have no sensitivity? I'm not taking another girl on a date on my wife's anniversary!"

He didn't care, "Suit yourself, I've got three birds that are dying to go out with me. One of them looks like her life insurance is worth a pretty penny."

I broke down sobbing.

George then did something very strange. He punched a hole in the wall.

"Damn it, it was weird when FDR did it and it's weird to see you do it, I just can't stand the sight of a grown man crying. Instead of smacking you like I did old FD, I'm going to do something better for you. I'm going to get us some booze, we will celebrate the old ball and chain, heck I think one of my wives died today also."

He was sincere, I asked him if he really had an anniversary to celebrate.

"Well, the exact time of death was never determined by the coroner, crazy woman should have known better than to get in a knife fight with my brother..."

George then proceeded to walk out of the room and walk across the hall to Pierre's room. Pierre was playing chess with himself.

"Wow, didn't know you were so skilled." George remarked. 

Pierre looked up, nodded to George, and continued his game.

"Pierre, I think you should consider taking the rook"

Pierre nodded again and then asks "With which piece?"

"Why with the bishop of course, that's a natural fit" replied George, smiling.

I didn't understand the point of this dialogue until fifteen minutes later two glasses, and a big bottle of 'soda' sat on the table of room 105.  I never could understand chess but today it made sense.

We got pretty drunk - a flagrant violation of the home's policy and someone found out about it.....