Old AgeMy Nanny sat at the computer.More Like This
“O61” the computer said in a male voice with a slight accent.
“Do you want the ‘puter?” she asked me, drunk, blearily staring at the computer screen as I walked back into my guest bedroom.
“No, Nanny; I’m fine.” Inside the room I turned to close the door, but she kept talking.
“Are you sure? I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“No, Nanny; I don’t want it.”
“Well, alright. I’m playing bingo; I’ve won on all three of these squares.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“I guess so. Not as if it matters, anyways- you don’t win nothin’, ha.”
“Ahmm, yeah, guess so, hm.” The laugh didn’t come out exactly right.
“Are you sure you don’t want it? I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“No, Nanny; I’m fine.”