Crazy Desire Monologue

Prologue

2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments
Las Vegas, Nevada

You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid.
“You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago. One of those white-haired, Tennessee born and raised, country gals who lived in polyester. A woman with a thick, southern accent and enough patience to tolerate the Hungarian woman. “The EMTs were at your side, fussing over you again. Except this time something was different. Your mouth was

He flashes the sign and signals the driver and the strobing lights flash, the siren yelps and wails and the aid car pulls away from the complex.
The old shrews gather and in spite of the cold, they can't wait to chew that mutton...
“Her eyes seemed so odd,” the corpulent woman says, one of the locals who made a decision a long time ago to give up on herself and plant her butt in a scooter, instead of losing weight for her ‘bad knees.’
“Didn't she? Maybe she’s gone over the edge.”
“Maybe she thought they were sending her back to Hungary to sell her pussy,” says the German with the rouged plump cheeks of a beaver. She snickers and covers her mouth with skin so scaly her face cracks like shattered glass when she laughs.
There is a long pause, before another one of them quietly asks, “Do you suppose anyone will tell Marci Morales?”
No one utters a word, but their eyes flash between one another as if they know the answer. I Marci Morales never hears that name again it will be a blessing. Not after what Crazy Ava has done to her life, and the heartbreak Ava dropped from nowhere, into her