Soft voices

SeasonsLola had already staked her spot in the front row before the singers arrived because she knew them and planned to catch up on life.

They were, after all, on the outside while she was tethered to her walker and assisted care. She was anxious for news.

They came in late and she settled in her chair, knowing she’d have time afterward for some news.

This was a weekly hymn sing in the nursing home and the group made their way through a dozen hymns before the singers closed out the morning’s entertainment.

“Susan,” Lola called out as Susan and the others gathered the hymnals. “Susan, you all need to talk louder. I couldn’t hear a word you said.”

“Really?” Susan came over to the table. “Not a word?”

“Nothing. I think you need to bring a microphone or something. You all have such soft voices. I couldn’t hear anything!”

Tess joined Susan at the table. “We have soft voices?”

Then Susan brightened up. “Lola, did you put in your hearing aids this morning?”

“No,” Lola said. “I need new batteries. Why?”

Susan and Tess smiled at each other. “Oh, just wondering.”

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