Enid Gets Her Binoculars

Dropping like flies.  The expression went through Enid's head as she stood at the funeral for her oldest and best friend, Sharon Inglund.

She and Sharon had grown up together, got married within weeks of each other, and had children at roughly the same time.

Enid was attending more and more funerals these days with fewer and fewer guests.

There might be no one left when her time came.

She didn't feel guilty being so lighthearted, Sharon always appreciated Enid's dry humor.

"Mrs. Weatherly?" a man asked approaching her after the graveside service.

There was something familiar about this young man.

"I am Sharon's grandson, Rob, she asked me to give this to you when she died."  He said handing her an thin manilla envelope.

Enid walked home a little faster than normal.  She wanted to get a look in the envelope.

She thought about Rob as she walked.

Enid had been lucky.  Her children still talked to her.  Granted her daughter was a little less lively than she would have liked but all in all they were both good children and truly cared what happened to her.

To say Sharon's children had disappointed her was an understatement.

Her oldest, a daughter Sue, had always run with a wild crowd not letting middle age stand in her way.  The only thing Sue had done for her mother was give her a grandchild, Rob.

Rob was the one who sent Mother's Day cards to Sharon, always remembering to sign Sue's name.

Enid got to her front porch and without unlocking the door sat in her rocking chair and opened the envelope.

My Dearest Enid,

If you are reading this I guess I am not around any longer.

Bit of a cliche but some cliche's fit the moment.

I wanted to give you a something to express what your friendship has meant to me.  You were there when I needed you and most importantly when I didn't think I needed you.

This is a small token but have some fun with it.

No bills just fun.  The first is for you.  The second for another to get them what they don't want but desperatly need.

You mean the world to me,

Sharon

Enid read the note.  She couldn't help the tears.

Inside the large envelope was 2 smaller envelopes.

Each contained 5 $100 bills.

A nice pair of binoculars and new jeans for her.

Her daughter could use something.  But what, Enid wondered as she unlocked her front door.

An adult movie tasteful but explicit and some new clothing.  That was what her daughter needed, the kind that came in plain brown wrapping.   

Giggling to herself Enid turned on the TV and checked the TV Guide.

Midnight.  The Shopping Network was doing a special on adult underwear.  She would make sure and watch.  Crotchless and red she thought, smiling.