Carrie No longer Cares

Carrie No longer Cares

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Carrie venture to ask Sheila. She had to
know to be able to organize the day around Sheila. Listening to the
activity up in the study, Carrie resented the fact she hardly ever saw
Sheila from morning, until the call, "lunch is ready." Sheila was
obsessed with her new hobby, which could take them both from a life of
day-to-day existence. Sheila loved food; even this hobby couldn't
compete with food. Weighing in at sixteen stone, something had to be
done! Time to find a solution.

Sheila snapped back' I should have been at the British Legion today but
didn't get me that book you promised me for Christmas! Geoffrey wanted
those details of the latest book by Alex Bird. Alex Bird was a
well-known celebrity branching out from his usual career of being a
television presenter. A worthwhile career when you make the grade but a
damn sight harder starting out. S6 to be fair, writing supplemented his
income, to pay his taxes, maybe even to allow him a well-earned rest or
give the viewers a rest at least.

Sheila had started on this cobbled road with the intention of an
overnight successful bestseller. After the entire story had all the
right ingredients. Reading at least six books in six months Sheila now
knew everything that would be required by the PUBLISHERS, the GODS of
the key ponder Where else would a free-lance worker do all the work
only to have it dumped because the tea lady had bad day and could not
be bothered to put the manuscript in the right pigeonhole. Poor
pathetic soul waiting for the postman to bring the eagerly awaited
cheque1 not really sing no-one had ever got to see her life blood
poured out sitting alone in the cramped room, lit by only one bulb that
threatened to blow any minute.

Carrie was slowly losing patience with Sheila. Having given nearly all
her retirement years to looking

after Sheila. Carrie wanted to move on to a life of holidays and
sunshine. No more washing and shopping

for this woman. At first the friendship was fine, then the crippling
arthritis prevented them from having

any social life. It was all too much! The pain became unbearable

Nights disturbed on a regular basis. No-one was getting any rest!' How
could I leave her in this state? At least I have given her several
chances to find place in a nursing home but she still will not look for
one suitable to her needs! I even offered to sell my cottage so there
would be enough money 'time I made my get away"!

The more Sheila thought she had written a best seller; the more she
became obsessed that there had to be a good reason why her work was not
accepted. Maybe I need to know a man who knows a man at can get me to
the MOST HIGHLY REVERE of the writing game. Many time during her
frustration has been known to threaten to send a poem on the lines of
"This poem is crap, I don't like it either.

My name is famous so I'll sell many copies. The big man is my father,
my sister is in print, so I will write all the rubbish I want to so
there1.

Coming back to reality she took her anger out of the one and only true
friend she had ever had. No demands for this or that, only your
so-called family could do make expecting a immediate response, no
matter you ideas or feeling
?~Now I must try and fix that chair BEFORE I start my masterpieces, it
I ~ reckon Carrie will leave, and then I will be left to do it all.
There will not be time to write and take care of day-to-day chores. I
find it strange picking up my DIY tools again. The skills are all
coming back~'!

"Chair mended! Time to see what progress I can make today" Sheila
muttered. If I don't get started soon Geoffrey will not be able to mark
my work and it will all have been in vain! I must get a best seller out
today or the furniture shop will come and take my favourite chair back.
The one that has a curved back to it, it supports my back just
right.

"Sheila, Sheila. Why won't you answer me? I have other jobs to do
instead of running up and down stairs for you! If you want any lunch
come now or I will give it to the cat!" Carrie was fast losing any
respect for her old friend. Often wished the house had not been put in
joint owner ship. I have to walk away and lose everything or stay and
lose my mind. Must see a solicitor next week. In my confusion I forgot
to leave the cream cakes again. This way I can kill her with kindness.
No one will suspect a thing They all know she is a lazy sod, scoffing
cream cakes and anything that's bad for her~ but now I have the perfect
opportunity for a perfect crime." Carrie was slowly getting more and
more depressed

"Be down in a minute" Sheila replied

"Don't bother, I've binned it" Sad words came back to haunt Carrie. A
loud thumping on the staircase heralded Sheila in full force of
anger.

"How dare you, you ungrateful specimen of a friend. I've told you
enough times I am busy trying to keep you in cigarettes. This place
stinks, and you expect me to sit up there day after day writing
master-pieces while you smoke away my hard-earn profits. By the time I
have paid for all the costs of the malarkey I'm lucky if I am left with
enough money to buy myself some more cakes." When this outburst was
finished Sheila picked up a brass pig she had bought with her first
commission and brought it down hard on Carries head! There is nothing
so tragic as friends tied together with finance and growing to hate
each other daily. Something always