the waiting of the husbands
We’re sitting in the orthopaedist’s waiting room, waiting for sweetie to be called back. The office is on the second floor (oh, the irony). All of these elderly women are here with their husbands (and one with her son). As the women are called back, the men remain. They guard purses, sleep, or work on their laptops. It has become the husband waiting room.
.:{brokenpurplecrayon}:.
