A jealous woman
Rose plotted her move, trying to figure out the exact right timing.
Lucky she had always been a math whiz, because she had some wicked
variables to consider - the least of which was not her own purple
walker. There were legs akimbo and too stiff to move out of her way
quickly enough, passed out residents drooling into the aisle, and then
those eager beaver old ladies in their mid-70s who really thought that
had a chance. Ha! Not if she had anything to do with it. She was
determined, and if she had to, she'd get thorny about it.
In a stroke of genius, she realized that June's bottom teeth were in
her velour-ensconced lap. Poor June, she didn't even know they'd fallen
out. But this was no time for sympathy, Rose leaned over to point out
Earl's rather unfortunate comb-over and as she whispered into June's
ear, grabbed the teeth with her once-smooth hand, pretended not to see
her own bruised thin skin and age spots and then stood up. Balancing on
her walker, she raised her hand to wave to Jackie and casually threw the
teeth onto the stage right.
She hadn't meant to hit Sharon straight in the jumpsuit, but some
things couldn't be avoided. So when Sharon screamed, Wink looked around
bewildered and caught her eye, Rose gave an exaggerated wink and pushed
her walker past the other old ladies until she was at the edge of the
stage. While Sharon tried to find the owner of the errant dentes, Rose
made her move, inviting Mr. Martindale off the stage and showing him a
quick escape route.
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