Her name was Margaret and she told me she'd made a friend in rehab who was just about her neighbor's age. She said, "He has a pierced nipple, big holes in both ears, and more tattoos than my husband's navy buddies. I'm an old church lady with a cane and a Bible. Two years ago I would have crossed the street if I saw him coming."
"What brought you together?" I asked.
"One day I was leaning on my cane, feeling the pain in my hip. He asked me if I was OK, and I told him I'd beat him to death for a Vicodin. He got a kick out of that, and we ended up talking about how we got addicted. She smiled, "It's good to have a friend who understands me."
Today I will be grateful for friends who understand.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: http://www.amazon.com/Ken-Montrose/e/B001K8MG0S