old men
It was lunchtime and Littlegirlcop had just finished his workout. He was halfway undressed for the shower when Doctor Abbott told him he was leaving him in charge.
"I'm headed out of town. Jon left this morning. Someone's got to be in charge around here. You're in charge. You're in charge of Milt."
"I'm in charge of Milt," Murphy repeated with authority and smiled, then smiled harder thinking about the time Milt teasingly called a guy old enough to be his father, young fella.
Murphy doupted That Doctor George Abbott even knew his named, but welcomed the inclusion in the banter. He also like the idea of being in charge of Milt. Milt was still tall in his mid 80s, tan from swimming in the outdoor pool, a smile as powerful as his shoulders and a memory inversely proportional to both. For a long time Milt didn't acknowledge him, Then one day he did. Murphy had put in his time. From then on he always used his name. It was always, "Good afternoon Muphy." "Hello there Murphy."
It was funny how the old guys still acted like young guys. Before Doctor Abbott left him in charge, Murphy was listening to him joke with his buddy Max. "Jon's headed off to London with a fresh haircut and a bottle of vialis."
Max responded with his usual "Yeah, yeah", half laugh, half grumble, half wheeze. It was good to know that at seventy you could still have a laugh about a pal flying off on a trip with the hopes of getting laid.
Murphy had talked to Jon a few days earlier about his trip. Jon was friendly with Murphy ever since Murphy almost dated his son. Jon usually started off with something like "Have you seen my son Ted lately, you know he never calls me..." Jon seem excited about flying off to see his ladyfriend in London. He didn't joke with Murphy with the informality he might've with his buddies Max and Dr Abbott. He talked about his trip with a sweetness and formality that a teenager might with a much older person. He was a widower, and this quite possibly was the first date he's had in a very long time. He referred to the woman he was visiting as his ladyfriend and talked about driving out to the country where he grew up, and maybe taking a side trip to France. In this conversation Murphy was the old man and Jon was the young fellow headed off on a romantic adventure.
"I'm headed out of town. Jon left this morning. Someone's got to be in charge around here. You're in charge. You're in charge of Milt."
"I'm in charge of Milt," Murphy repeated with authority and smiled, then smiled harder thinking about the time Milt teasingly called a guy old enough to be his father, young fella.
Murphy doupted That Doctor George Abbott even knew his named, but welcomed the inclusion in the banter. He also like the idea of being in charge of Milt. Milt was still tall in his mid 80s, tan from swimming in the outdoor pool, a smile as powerful as his shoulders and a memory inversely proportional to both. For a long time Milt didn't acknowledge him, Then one day he did. Murphy had put in his time. From then on he always used his name. It was always, "Good afternoon Muphy." "Hello there Murphy."
It was funny how the old guys still acted like young guys. Before Doctor Abbott left him in charge, Murphy was listening to him joke with his buddy Max. "Jon's headed off to London with a fresh haircut and a bottle of vialis."
Max responded with his usual "Yeah, yeah", half laugh, half grumble, half wheeze. It was good to know that at seventy you could still have a laugh about a pal flying off on a trip with the hopes of getting laid.
Murphy had talked to Jon a few days earlier about his trip. Jon was friendly with Murphy ever since Murphy almost dated his son. Jon usually started off with something like "Have you seen my son Ted lately, you know he never calls me..." Jon seem excited about flying off to see his ladyfriend in London. He didn't joke with Murphy with the informality he might've with his buddies Max and Dr Abbott. He talked about his trip with a sweetness and formality that a teenager might with a much older person. He was a widower, and this quite possibly was the first date he's had in a very long time. He referred to the woman he was visiting as his ladyfriend and talked about driving out to the country where he grew up, and maybe taking a side trip to France. In this conversation Murphy was the old man and Jon was the young fellow headed off on a romantic adventure.
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