Lest anyone think FEC is a
whirlpool of suspicion, protest, paranoia, and pet obsession, it
is. there is a kinder, gentler side. As when the hand
sanitizers were installed and not one person thought up a complaint
about them. Or when Blanche went missing and those with clear minds
and sturdy legs mobilized to search the neighbourdamhood.  ⃰
The Inmates' Committee
(IC) works hard to promote harmonious social events. Other than
Festivus and anything with free food, organized social gatherings
meet with limited success. The geriatrics inmates
residents don't care to be seen dancing with each other. In public. Nevertheless, the IC cannot regulate individual behaviours. Certain
privacy laws place questionable personal activities firmly under the
heel of Simon the Manager, a link above Mr. OC in the Chain of
Command (to Mr. OCD's regret). But neither has any control over the
thriving rumour mill.
For instance, everyone
knows about the gypsies Dominic thinks are a big secret. Bella
stopped whining about them since she developed a huge crush on the
flamboyant one we call Carmen; Bella has taken to wearing
extravagant, atrocious earrings newly revealed by wild tossing of her
hair. Word has it that Dominic continues to escort a much shadier
lady in and out of the elevator after midnight, motivating Simon to
work his way through a paper jungle of eviction forms. Speaking of
that, the elevators have seen it all. George is going to be slapped
into court if his plan to install a hidden camera works out.
Daphne used to ride the
elevator for a couple of hours a day, hoping for a romantic encounter
but now she thinks she is getting sext messages from a guy on the 8th
floor. He calls himself Bad Hat Harry, she confided nervously to an
ever-wider circle of BFFs. Jeremy said she's delusional but Fragrant
Elayne said go for it. The two of them are making a list of every man
on the 8th floor with a view to methodically eliminating the gays and
the comatose.
Then there's Randall the
welfare pest, every woman's nightmare. Stinking and starving about a
week before the government cheque arrives, he regularly canvasses
female neighbours for a handout. If you so much as answer the door he
blatantly generously offers (what he thinks is) a
fair exchange: a testosterone tuneup. Reports
are circulating that retail sales of water pistols to senior ladies
have skyrocketed.
When Mildred first arrived
at FEC, Luther fell immediately in love and the courtship raged hotly
from her floor to his until one day she forgot her meds and woke up
in his place screaming that he stole her purse. So of course Simon
had to get involved, some external personnel were fetched, and
Mildred had a forced period of rehab. 
Mouthy Monica had a hip
replacement that interrupted her frequent rendezvous with Louis that
she thought no-one knew about. Their meetings were contingent on how
steady or shaky Louis might be, any given day, on dismounting his
scooter and mounting Monica. He visited her a bit prematurely after
her surgery and as luck would have it, her cat decided enough was
enough. Said cat streaked maliciously across his feet and Louis
flailed, toppling all 270 pounds of himself onto the bed that crashed
sideways, dumping Monica to the floor on her mending hip. The
paramedics had to come to check things out and sedate Monica but they
said it was not their job to pick up Louis and move him back to his
own apartment. Naturally, by this time a medium-size crowd had
gathered in the corridor.
Rockin' with love we are.
No secrets.
Another reckless feckless
day in the life. Dear heavens.
⃰ Blanche
was located by Sheila's search-and-rescue team on the church steps
chatting to a dog. She lost herself on her way to the grocery store
via the Hearty Tartan pub and made many new friends.



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