Re: Lonely (Elaine)
- Charles, Alicia and two other couples once gathered together in this parlor, or in
another. Theirs was a group of good friends who entertained each other with
pleasantries, poetry, prose and song. Alicia is unsure how the
meetings began. It was so very long ago. She is the last of those gentlefolk.
Even after chldren were born, they found a way to meet nearly every week. Their
youngsters grew up and moved away and the couples continued their Saturday get-
togethers untill illness and then death took them one by one--even Charles. Now
Alicia lives alone.
Flares of strawberry and tangerine spark and sputter in the fireplace. Alicia's wooden
rocking chair is close to the hearth so that she benefits from the heat. A box of
birthday chocolates, from a farway grandson, rests on her lap. After church
tomorrow, she will open the rolltop desk, fill her fountain pen, find a page of cream
stationery with its matching envelope and, in an old-fashioned hand, will send
the young man a note of appreciation. But tonight she is lulled by the sound of gentle
rain. She dozes rememebering other Saturday nights when there were dripping
umbrellas in the hall.