Vern sat at the kitchen table working on the computer and papers scattered about. Her father was busy watching football in the living room. Vern’s father was beginning to become concerned, because Vern was not her normal compulsive self. Today she was completely focused on her project. Most weekends she spent all of her time in the house cleaning, organizing and most of all attending to her father, but not today.
“Vern, can you get me a soda?”
“No Daddy, I’m busy.”
“Ok, I’ll get it.” He sighed, but instead of getting up right away, he waited until the next commercial break. Then he crept into the kitchen to spy on Vern. She was busy looking at something on the internet and drawing a series of lines on paper with colored pencils. He didn’t want to interrupt her, so he went to the refrigerator to grab a 20-ounce bottle of soda. Then he went back to the sofa to watch the game.
“Vern, I forgot to get a snack. Can you bring me some chips?”
“No Daddy, I’m still busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
“Fine Vern, I’ll get it.” Vern’s father did not get up to get the chips; instead, he called and ordered a pizza with hot wings. Since the pizzeria was only three miles away the delivery man arrived within fifteen minutes. The doorbell rang.
“Vern, can you get the door.”
“Who is it?”
“The pizza man”
“No, I’m busy.”
“Fine, I’ll get it.” Vern’s father opened the door and signed for the pizza. He went and sat back down at his chair in the living room.
“Vern, I need my table. Can you get it?”
“No, no, no, no Daddy! I’m busy.”
“What can you be so busy doing while I’m here suffering?”
“Then what can you be busy mapping while I’m not being cared for?”
“Daddy, I’m mapping my veins.”
“My varicose veins, I’m sick and tired of having these blue and purple lines going down my legs. It is time I plan a course of action.”
“I like your veins. They look cool, especially the one on the back of your knee. It looks like a tattoo of a spider. When you walk, it moves as if it is real. You should stop what you are doing. Come sit with me and watch the game.”
“No way, I’m going to be real busy now.”
“Because, I forgot to map the veins on the backs of my legs. I didn’t even know I had any there.”
“Mapping your veins is not going to help you. You’d benefit more watching the game with me. You can feel good, making sure I’m comfortable. Then I won’t have to get up to get everything.”
“No, today you’ ll have to take care of yourself. I have to map my vein,s because the doctor said he would laser treat as many veins he could in thirty minutes. I am creating a map, so the doctor can spend less time talking to me and just follow the map.”
“Good thinking Vern, but can you help me out a little. I’m struggling here.”
“Fine Daddy, I’ll get your table, but then I’m back to mapping.”
“You know what Vern?”
“Every time you come in here to bring me soda or stuff I can help you out by pointing out your veins.”
“How thoughtful, you’d do that for me?” Vern asked sarcastically.
“I know. I just want you to know I support you.”
“Yes, you support me like another painful pair of compression hose.”
LOL. Fun scene. I never realized talking about varicose veins could reveal so much about characters. 🙂
I know, I think varicose veins should be renamed like women’s warrior lines. It should be like a grand right of passage, not a nasty ailment. Lol I am glad you stopped by to read my blog.