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Oct. 21st, 2018 09:05 pmParking Gerry's trailer on her property while he recouperated was not, in Bonnie's opinion, either the most foolish or most scandalous thing she had done. Unfortunately, a lot of people seemed to disagree, the first being Gerry's daughter Celia (who Bonnie reminded that she had been planning to put her father in a home) and the second being the Residents' Association, who were writing her threatening letters on a daily basis.
It didn't take long for Gerry, at breakfast one morning, to come across the pile of letters.
"I didn't mean to read." he said, when Bonnie found him picking them up off the floor. "They just fell off this counter. I've got you into some trouble, haven't I?"
"Like heck, they ain't wheelin' you out on my watch." Bonnie said. "It's my property and I'll do as I like."
"Yay Mommy!" Billie shouted, banging her spoon.
"I really am feeling a lot better." Gerry said. "I don't want to outstay my welcome, hospitable as you've all been."
"You're fine, G-man." Terry said, not looking up from the mirror she was trying to tie her hair back with. "You're a lot more useful than Grandpa Turtle was."
"Hey! Less of the 'G-man', Terry." Bonnie put her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, we don't mind, it's not like you take up any space." Stuart told him. Ted, a young man of few words, shrugged in agreement.
"Why don't you just move in properly?" Terry asked.
Bonnie looked at Gerry. Lucy had moved out a couple of weeks ago, and left an adult-shaped hole in the household. And Bonnie had realised just how much she and Lucy had lent on each other over the last few years. But Lucy was in love. Specifically, Lucy was in love with a lady, which was rather complicated in their time, but after a couple of years Bonnie had encouraged Lucy to take the step and live with the person she loved and loved her back, just as she was. The housekeeping had rather gone to pot since Lucy left.
She liked having Gerry around. But a part of her heart said that she couldn't go through this again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She went to answer it, and stared up at Turtle. She sighed.
"It's not yer access day." she said.
"I didn't come for Billie, I want to talk to you and Gerry." Turtle said. "Just give me five minutes."
Bonnie sighed again and showed him in. Gerry came through to the front room to join them.
"Gerry, we want you to come home." Turtle said. "Celia didn't mean it about putting you in a home, she just panicked when the doctors said you were gonna be an invalid. Which you clearly ain't."
"Thanks to Mrs Murdock." Gerry said.
"Yes, thanks to Bonnie." Turtle said. "I admit that. We want you back, you're family, you're missing out on being a Grandpa. And I won't make a fuss about you bein' Bonnie's Gentleman Friend or whatever she's callin' you, even if I do think it'll all end in tears."
"Hey!" Bonnie objected.
"He reminds you of Bill, Red. When his heart gives out fer good one day, you're gonna get yours broken all over again." Turtle said, but gently.
"Well I don't want to cause that." Gerry said.
Bonnie banged on the table, judge-style.
"Knock that off, the pair o'yer!" She pointed at Turtle. "You don't get to worry 'bout me no more. I been makin' bad choices fer forty years, keeps life interestin'." She points at Gerry. "You clearly ain't dyin' right now, so you can live where the hell yer like."
***
A couple of weeks later, when more threatening letters appeared through the door, Gerry's trailer was towed back to its old address. But on the positive side, Turtle's ceasefire did make date night a little easier.
It didn't take long for Gerry, at breakfast one morning, to come across the pile of letters.
"I didn't mean to read." he said, when Bonnie found him picking them up off the floor. "They just fell off this counter. I've got you into some trouble, haven't I?"
"Like heck, they ain't wheelin' you out on my watch." Bonnie said. "It's my property and I'll do as I like."
"Yay Mommy!" Billie shouted, banging her spoon.
"I really am feeling a lot better." Gerry said. "I don't want to outstay my welcome, hospitable as you've all been."
"You're fine, G-man." Terry said, not looking up from the mirror she was trying to tie her hair back with. "You're a lot more useful than Grandpa Turtle was."
"Hey! Less of the 'G-man', Terry." Bonnie put her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, we don't mind, it's not like you take up any space." Stuart told him. Ted, a young man of few words, shrugged in agreement.
"Why don't you just move in properly?" Terry asked.
Bonnie looked at Gerry. Lucy had moved out a couple of weeks ago, and left an adult-shaped hole in the household. And Bonnie had realised just how much she and Lucy had lent on each other over the last few years. But Lucy was in love. Specifically, Lucy was in love with a lady, which was rather complicated in their time, but after a couple of years Bonnie had encouraged Lucy to take the step and live with the person she loved and loved her back, just as she was. The housekeeping had rather gone to pot since Lucy left.
She liked having Gerry around. But a part of her heart said that she couldn't go through this again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She went to answer it, and stared up at Turtle. She sighed.
"It's not yer access day." she said.
"I didn't come for Billie, I want to talk to you and Gerry." Turtle said. "Just give me five minutes."
Bonnie sighed again and showed him in. Gerry came through to the front room to join them.
"Gerry, we want you to come home." Turtle said. "Celia didn't mean it about putting you in a home, she just panicked when the doctors said you were gonna be an invalid. Which you clearly ain't."
"Thanks to Mrs Murdock." Gerry said.
"Yes, thanks to Bonnie." Turtle said. "I admit that. We want you back, you're family, you're missing out on being a Grandpa. And I won't make a fuss about you bein' Bonnie's Gentleman Friend or whatever she's callin' you, even if I do think it'll all end in tears."
"Hey!" Bonnie objected.
"He reminds you of Bill, Red. When his heart gives out fer good one day, you're gonna get yours broken all over again." Turtle said, but gently.
"Well I don't want to cause that." Gerry said.
Bonnie banged on the table, judge-style.
"Knock that off, the pair o'yer!" She pointed at Turtle. "You don't get to worry 'bout me no more. I been makin' bad choices fer forty years, keeps life interestin'." She points at Gerry. "You clearly ain't dyin' right now, so you can live where the hell yer like."
***
A couple of weeks later, when more threatening letters appeared through the door, Gerry's trailer was towed back to its old address. But on the positive side, Turtle's ceasefire did make date night a little easier.
