Abe’s Life Part VII: Isn’t that a Coincidence
Posted: Thursday, November 04, 2010
by James Banner
Link to parts I & II: Abe's Life Part I: The Change , Abe's Life Part II: Holloween . Please see parts I-VI if you're interested in how Abe mysteriously got up to this point.
His Crayola coloring crayons, placed neatly side-by-side on the plush white floor, were broken at the tips, but he didn't care. "Rooster, come on this side and play with Roxie." Roxie was the name of a piece of paper he had ripped out of a Mens Health magazine. He ripped out a 4x7 size picture of a model's face for creativity. "Roxie play nice, now. No shoving or fighting today. Okay."
Then he picked up his journal, opened it, and drew a squiggly line across page 8 of his antique journal that was sitting beside him. He then wrote I can't trrust Roxie 8 times consecutively with his left then his right hand totaling 16 lines of text he was ambidextrous. He picked up Roxie and said "You're going in time out. Your behavior is unacceptable." He shoved Roxie in the corner almost ripping the bottom piece.
He closed the journal and returned to his coloring book, but the door opened and it was time to see his psychiatrist, Ms. Wimble. She often spoke with Abe occasionally to check his mental judgment and reactions based on the questions asked about his conditions here.
"So Abe, ah, wait a minute, are you Abe?" Ms. Wimble asked.
"Yes, I am Abe, I think," Abe replied. Abe was counting his fingers to see if his name had five or four letters in it. It was neither but he didn't know that.
"Ah ha, that's right. You're Abe. And how old are you Abe?"
"I'm 15 last time I checked."
"Are you sure?" the psychiatrist asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I put it on this morning. You're trying to tell me I didn't wear deodorant." He smirked and crossed his arms.
"No, no. Are you sure about your age?"
"Well, what do you think?" He showed her his journal and asked her how many lines of text were on page 8.
"I'm the one asking the questions. Just say the number of your correct age."
"Ummm, okay, maybe 16-1/2." Ms. Wimble was writing in her notepad his reactions.
"Do you know what today is?"
"Today is blue day. I wore my blue shirt, see." He pointed to his shirt as if she were dying to see it. It was the same outfit he wore everyday. It was the usual standard clothing given to them from day one.
"Today is Monday and I see you on Mondays remember?"
"Oh yeah, I remember cuz you brought in the same journal." He was referring to her notepad.
"Yes, and what color is my notepad?"
"It's white, anybody can see that." Way to go Abe! That was his second correct answer for this session.
"Yes, it is. How long have you been living here?"
"I love being here. The food is really delicious. Have you tried the steaks? They melt in your mouth. What about the pancakes? The syrup has butter in it. Delicious."
"Yes, but how long?"
"Breakfast is at 6:15 am. I thought you knew that."
"No, no, how long have you been at Pasadena Health Center?"
"It's been about two weeks. I think they are going to let me out of here any day now. My sister came by last week and her kids with gifts, but I didn't receive them." Actually it's been three years since Abe joined this Center.
"They were locked in another locker room according to the guard. But enough about the gifts, I think we'll try again later." She wanted to choke him, but refrained from doing so.
He got up out of his chair and was escorted out the door by a guard. He looked across the hall through the opened blinds and saw Celeste conversing with another psychiatrist and waved like he knew her. As he was looking for a quick moment, they closed the blinds. He said "You can't trust anyone these days," to the guard as if he were giving hints about his thirteenth newly replaced psychiatrist.
In another room across the hall.
"It's hard to trust anyone these days," she said to her psychiatrist. As he was listening to Celeste, Phileo Garner got up out of his chair and closed the blinds, because Abe's eyes were wandering into his office. Celeste Richardson was talking to her psychiatrist at the Pasadena Mental Health Center off of Route 134 and just minutes away from Christopher Raule's house. She moved to Pasadena, California to start a new life. Gerald was not included because he was more into his career than her. He chose to stay in Virginia. He called her sometimes, but that's about it. They are still friends but barely communicate due to the distance. They both figured a long distant relationship was too stressful on either end.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)Aw, James, I love this - so much so that I just have to become a fan of your! Terrific job and very creative!Thanks for joining my fan club! I am enthused by your energy!
"It's hard to trust anyone these days." Why does it I feel like I could I have said that, or should say that, momentarily anyway? Thanks, James, for the write. ~mogama~It's times like these that makes you wonder about that question. Who to trust can be difficult if you have a history of observing so many wrongs and less rights.
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