Susan exists. Susan is real. Susan is his best friend, wicked younger girlfriend, and she's his red, hot lover. The Woman in White Visits Daddy Glenn in the Nursing Home
Knowing that she was coming to release him from the nursing home this very morning, Glenn sat in the hall with his five friends waiting for Susan to arrive. She was late and Glenn and his five friends had been sitting there for an hour waiting for her. Just as Glenn grew impatient to see Susan again, his five friends grew impatient with Glenn's lies.
"She's not coming Glenn," said Jimmy. "Instead of playing this game that you have a hot, young girlfriend, why not just admit that Susan doesn't exist? The truth will set you free Glenn and allow us to return to the game room. We still have time for a game of cards before lunch," he said looking at his watch.
"Leave him alone," said Joe. "I don't mind sitting out here in the sun waiting for her."
"I don't much feel like playing cards," said Lance.
"Maybe she's stuck in traffic," said Michael patting Glenn's hand.
"It's okay Glenn, if she doesn't show up," said Bill. "I loved all of your stories," he said squeezing his friend's shoulder. "You really had me believing that she was real."
"She's coming. She's just late is all. You know how women take their sweet time to get ready, fixing their hair, or their makeup, and changing their mind about what clothes they're wearing at the last minute," said Lance.
"She called me on the front desk phone. The nurse came and got me," said Glenn. "She said she was on her way. Just like Michael said, she's probably stuck in traffic. My mistake was I should have had you guys talk to her to prove that she's real."
Nonetheless, saddened by her tardiness, he was excited that he was finally going home. This was the big moment, Glenn's big reveal when his five friends would finally meet Susan. After weeks of talking and bragging about her, today was the day that they'd all meet her. Jimmy had cast enough doubt for everyone to suspect that Susan didn't exist. Jimmy even had Glenn thinking that Susan was just a figment of his fertile imagination, which is why Jimmy, Michael, Joe, Lance, and Bill were all out in the hall waiting to see Susan in the flesh.
He just hoped she'd come. He hoped there wasn't something wrong or that she was in an accident. If he had his cell phone with him, he'd call her but with all the heart monitors, pacemakers, and assorted other sensitive machines they had in the nursing home, he wasn't allowed to have a cell phone. No doubt, his five friends thought he was just making another excuse why he couldn't talk to her and call her in front of them.
All eager to meet her, they wanted to see her and talk to her as evidence that she really exists. After being with him for ten years, they didn't believe that a beautiful, young woman would still be with a man old enough to be her father for that long of a time. Surely, she'd be bored with being with him longer before a year, never mind ten years. They could understand an older man getting lucky with a younger woman once or twice, especially if she was drunk, but not an older man getting lucky with a younger women every day for a ten year period. For sure, he had to be lying about Susan. Telling tall tales about having a sexual relationship with her was the only thing that made any sense. Why would a young, beautiful woman want an old man?
Granted she was ten years older now than when they first met. She was only thirty-years-old and he was sixty-seven when they met. Now, she's forty-years-old. Nonetheless, the years have been kind to her and she was still as beautiful as Glenn had described her to be to his friends. With her looking thirty-something-years-old instead of forty-something-years-old, no one would believe that she was forty-years-old. Besides with all five men in their 70's, they'd all be impressed with any of them having a 60-year-old girlfriend, never mind a 40-year-old girlfriend.
'Won't they be surprised to see her?' he thought. 'Won't they be surprised to meet her? Won't they be surprised to know that she's real and every word that I told them is true? He couldn't wait to see her, to kiss her, and to feel her,' he thought to himself while waiting to see her come walking through the front doors and down the long, sunlit hall.
Then, just as he thought that, he saw her. As if she was a distant mirage coming off the hot desert sand, in the same way he watched her the first time he saw her approaching him along the long, straight sidewalk of the Boston Common while walking down Tremont Street from Boylston Street to Park Street, he watched her pushing a wheelchair toward him to collect him to take him home.
"She's here! There she is. That's her," he said pointing. "She's here. She's really here."
As if he was a little boy spotting his mother in the crowd, he was so excited to see her. He couldn't wait to be with her. He couldn't wait to touch her, kiss her, feel her, and hold her. In the way she walked and in the way she looked, as if a thousand love songs played simultaneously through his head in an endless melody, he was even more excited to see her now as he was then.
All dressed in white, as if white was her special uniform or purity, innocence, and virginity, but in the way she's given him passionate sex, she was no virgin. The only color contrasting her linen white suit were her long, lush, blonde hair and her big, bright, blue eyes. His Angel without wings and halo, but an Angel nonetheless, the sunlight shining behind her illuminated her as if she was electric. Even though there were other people walking beside her, in front of her, and behind her, mesmerized by the sexy sight of her and hypnotized by all that he wanted to do to her beautiful body once at home, as if she was walking alone, he only saw her.
