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Queen For a Day – The Middle ( tomorrow is the end)

on November 15, 2014

See, Beulah hated wearing the adult diapers Claire ordered to be put on her every morning. She said they create an “unsightly” bulge in her hips and “real ladies don’t wear diapers”.  Beulah had no shame about her vanity, was proud of the abundant coif of curls at her neckline and told at least two people a day how she had been the Clarksville parade queen three years straight.  It went hand in hand with her flirtatious personality.  She was cordial to the other female residents, but when men were around, residents or visitors, she pulled out her beauty queen persona and peacocked until the compliments flowed. She would start with her southern twang; draw her words out slowly, as if she had syrup on her lips, and bat away imaginary pieces of dust with her eyelashes. Then she would touch her face with her fingertips, draw attention to her unusually youthful looking skin, and giggle at every comment, no matter how mundane.

On the occasions when staff was transporting Beulah to the gym for therapies, she rolled through the hallways with her head held comically high and a quad cane swinging from her right hand. Beulah’s senses were intact and her wit was sharp, so staff had tried to respect her wishes, and wearing regular underpants was a big one, but she was wetting the bed at night. Hours on moist sheets had made Beulah’s butt cheeks bright pink with tiny blisters waiting to pop. The first time staff placed the adult diapers on Beulah, she expressed her dissatisfaction in a way that was far from ladylike. Beulah was so argumentative that Claire repeatedly had to sequester her from areas where any family was visiting. Beulah’s exclamations were sprinkled generously with profanities that would make a man blush.

Claire got up slowly from the bench were she had been sitting and trying to get rid of the pale yellow shoes stains. Only one thought went through her mind,

I’m going to get that old lady to buy me new shoes. She has damaged my property!


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