Chapter 40 partridge butt (3)

Today, our family went to the French town of Châteaux, in the western suburbs of Paris. --Annotation Visiting Granny Ruos, father's mother, she has been in the nursing home for two weeks.Dad went with her the time she moved in and stabilized, and this time it was our whole family watching her.Grandma is no longer able to live by herself in the big house in Shatu: she is almost blind, has arthritis, can hardly walk or hold things, and is often terrified when she is alone.Her children (Dad, my Uncle François, my Aunt Laure) tried to find a private nurse to take care of her, but the nurse was not available 24 hours a day, and besides, Grandma's friends were already living To the nursing home, it seems that this is a good solution.

The nursing home where grandma lives is not ordinary. I have been wondering how much such a luxurious shelter costs every month.Grandma's room was spacious and bright, with well-made furniture, beautiful curtains, a small living room next door, and a bathroom with a marble bathtub.Both Mom and Colombe loved the tub, and the marble tub didn't seem to interest Grandma with fingers as hard as concrete...and, the marble, it was ugly.Dad, didn't say anything.I know that grandma living in a nursing home makes him feel like a sinner, "We can't bring her in with us, can we?" Mom said when she was sure my sister and I didn't hear it (but I heard it all, Especially the ones that you don't want me to hear), "No, Solange, of course not." Dad replied, meaning: "I seem to be saying 'No, no' while thinking But it’s the opposite, showing a tired and submissive look, as an obedient and good husband, so that I can keep the image of a good character.” I understand the tone of my father’s words very well, what he wants to express is: “I Know I'm a coward, but no one dares to say that." Obviously, I didn't miss the show: "You're a coward," Mom said, throwing the rag down the sink.Every time she gets angry, it's weird, she throws things, and once she even threw the constitution, "You don't want to do it like me." She picked up the rag and continued, walking around under Dad's nose, "Anyway, it's true," Dad said.That's ten times the word of a coward.

As for me, I'm satisfied that grandma doesn't live with us.However, in a large house of 400 square meters, this may not be the real key to the problem.I think older people, they still have a right to some respect.And living in a nursing home, for sure, heralds the end of respect, as soon as you go in, it means: "It's over for me, I'm nothing, all but myself, except one The thing, everything else is that there is no longer any expectation, and that is death, the painful tragic end." No, the reason I don't want my grandma to live with me is that I don't like grandma.She was a bad old lady, and she was a bad woman before that.Also, I find something particularly unfair here: for example, a kind heating repairman who spends his life doing good to others, who knows how to create love, give love, and receive love, when he gets old, he His wife died, and his children were penniless, but he had to take care of and raise a large number of children who were starving for food.Furthermore, they live in remote areas of France.Sometimes not able to send his father to a nursing home in a neighboring village, where his children can only visit him twice a year - because it is a nursing home for the poor, where they have to share a bed , where the food was disgusting, where the staff abused the elderly just to keep themselves from thinking that one day they would suffer the same fate.Now look at my grandma, who never did anything in her waning years, except a series of banquets for distinguished guests, impromptu dramas, plotting plots, spending money on insignificant things, hypocritical and selfish things, fine details Think about it, is she entitled to a well-furnished room, a private living room, and scallops for lunch?Is the price to be paid for love, is to spend the last years of life hopelessly in a dirty and messy environment?And the reward for that lack of emotion is the ability to live in an expensive room with a marble bathtub?

So, I don't like grandma, and she doesn't like me either.She preferred Colombe, who was good to herself, who peeped at the legacy with this real indifference of the "girl who doesn't peek at the legacy" than me.So I believe that a trip to Chateau is nothing more than unimaginable drudgery, a game: Colombe and Mom still love marble bathtubs, Dad looks like he's going to swallow an umbrella whole, bedridden dry old people are Pushing it around in the corridor, with a hanging bottle hanging on his arm. "A crazy woman," ("She's got Alzheimer's," said Colombe eruditely -- without laughing!) She called me "Little Clara," and immediately she wanted a puppy again , and then the wolf howled for two seconds, her big diamond ring almost blinded me, and she even tried to escape!Elderly boarders who are still in good health will wear an electronic bracelet on their wrists: Whenever they try to escape from the enclosed nursing home over the wall, a "beep" sound will be issued at the receiving end, and the staff will rush out To chase the fugitives, obviously, the fugitives will be caught after running a hundred meters with difficulty, they resist desperately, and shout from time to time, similar to this is not a concentration camp for political prisoners, demand and the person in charge Talking about this, he would point fingers and make strange movements, and he would not calm down until he was pushed into a wheelchair.A woman who was about to sprint out after lunch changed at 100-meter speed: she put on her jailbreak outfit, a dotted, frilled skirt, which was supposed to be handy for climbing over walls.In short, at two o'clock in the afternoon, after looking at the bathtub, eating scallops, and admiring the spectacle of Edmond Dantès, the hero of Dumas's novel escapes from prison and becomes the Count of Monte Cristo. --Annotation After the jailbreak process, I was mature enough to give up on such and such a life.