Misguided Mayhem
The gaggle of white-haired women hurried down the hall, ignoring the staff following them, muttering something they couldn’t hear. “Which room?” Hazel shouted, hearing aids off — again. Marge swung her heavy handbag towards the nearest door, accidentally hitting a member of staff. Rita, slowest with her walker, rolled past the young man crumpled on the floor while Marge burst through the door Hazel opened. “Edna, don’t start without us!” A woman in a glittering gown stared at them, and…