Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Work

I’ve been coming twice a week to clean this illustrious writer’s house – thirteen or even fourteen years it must be. He used to meet people, have interviews, appear on TV, particularly after the success of his one and only novel The Deserted Planet, which, as you know, also became a movie everyone went to see. That was probably about ten years ago. He had a big party to celebrate his 70th birthday – I was there to help out in the kitchen. Lots of VIPs – writers, the mayor, people from politics and cinema. His ex-wife, that well-known anchorwoman. And then a gradual decline set in, fewer people came, he stayed home most of the time. Eventually he would no longer go on his habitual hour long walks. And now, sadly, his speech is as jumbled as his thoughts. His niece is taking care of him now, is getting paid for it and in control of everything. And stingy. He’s become haggard because she skimps on his food – while treating herself to fancy meals downtown with her boyfriend. He moved in a year ago. The slick, lecherous type. Has his eyes glued to certain parts of me whenever he’s around. Once he told me, when handing me my money, “You know, Felicidad, I love Latin women. A lot. There is something so exotically sensuous and seductive about them.” I keep the job because of the old man, who mostly sits in the living room now, staring out of the window.

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)

Written around illustrious, habitual and jumbled from 3WW.

3 comments:

Jae Rose said...

Some people go to work to meet their own gains...others to care..and all his hard work...gone..thankfully not forgotten just yet as she still goes in and remembers him for who and what he achieved...an insightful piece that will certainly stay with me..

Sheilagh Lee said...

what a sad story

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Thank you for visting, reading and commenting, Jae Rose and Sheilagh!

It is a sad story. And while the particulars are my invention, they are based on a real life story - something that is happening to a dear old woman in the neighborhood.