that reaction was only the half, if that, of it. Viv wasted little time toward finishing "Jackie." How long did the volume sit, forgotten, upon the library shelf? She had checked it out, only a few days ago - during two or three days of the period, she had been unable to read it, due to a medical condition...that was yet, another mystery. Anyway, two other guests - one, Betty (or was it Bea?...not that it mattered, Viv kept a wide berth). It was as if, there were more than just the typical few individuals who, upon seeing someone actually enjoy something...well, that had to stop.
Betty, or Bea, or whatever, wasn't the typical meanie - mean was something Viv could handle reasonably well... after all, she had spent her sophmore, and part of her junior year at an inner city school. No, the woman down the hall, not only sneered at...well, about anything, there was something creepy about her. Move over Madeline O'Hair.
Viv was still upset about Edna's missing sweater. And no, she didn't think it disappeared down that corridor. Needle in a haystack, stuff was filched, just business as usual - except, it seemed to Viv, the thefts had ramped up some, over the past year or so. While the general health of the residents was ramping down.
Viv, even now, had no time for internet conspiracy theories. She had, for years, heard bits and pieces of what was impolitely coded as "offloading." And yet, she couldn't help but to partially believe it - being that some rather weird situations/restrictions going on around her.
Anyway, Viv had to either get another plant for the sill, or just get hold of another plan. The heart-shaped leafy plant was dying - guess a few too many of those redish pills pushed beneath the plant's soil were taking its toll.
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