Creston Village Retirement Home

          We stood silently as the elevator doors shut us in and I felt compelled to reveal something to her.  "Do you smoke weed?" I asked breaking the silence. She looked at me unexpectedly and then smiled. "I just moved here. I don't have any good connections." That was my chance. I suggested she come with me sometimes after work and get high with my boyfriend and his friend. I was getting bored of the threesome we'd become, spending every day driving the back roads to find a good spot to park and get high. I didn't have any friends of my own and I missed having a girlfriend to talk to. As we got off the elevator, I waved goodbye and headed the opposite direction. Steven and Steve were waiting for me in his car. Steve respectively got out of the front seat and let me sit up front with Steven. 
         I kissed him hello and told him excitedly that I think I'd found a new friend. I pointed her out as she walked across the street and he pointed out that she was hot. I confided that I thought she was a lesbian or bisexual in the very least and expressed my confidence in having a menage et toi. Although, truth be told, I did not want to share Steven with anyone. He was the hottest guy I'd ever seen and I didn't want him to get bored of  me. I spent the rest of the day not excited about my new job but excited with the concept of having a girlfriend. It had been 2 years since I had a female friend. My last 3 boyfriends, including Steven were all I had in the way of friends and I was ready for some girl talk.
       The next day, I greeted Andrea's smiling face with great enthusiasm, appreciating the fact that we were both wearing shades of purple eye shadow. I was even wearing purple capris that day although they weren't exactly regulation scrubs, no one mentioned it. It was a long day familurizing myself with the different wings of the retirement home, getting to know the residents and trying to get into a routine. The job itself could be downright disgusting, as a CNA I was doing all the stuff beneath the nurses such as changing clients clothing, helping them bathe and cleaning up their quarters, but Andrea and I formed a partnership and we worked well together making the day pass quickly.
        After our shift, she followed me to Steven's car and he drove the block to her apartment. When we walked in the door, I was assaulted with the sparseness and dinginess of her home. The living room consisted of 2 very old discolored couches and a small television perched on a shaky table. Only one wall decor hung and it was the well known art of the dogs playing poker game on a woven tapestry. I didn't appreciate it at the time, I just thought it was strange. Her brother sat on one couch, lanky and grungy but friendly. I liked him immediately. Steven I could see was uncomfortable in the environment where they smoked cigarettes freely in the home and walked barefoot across a greasy thread bare carpet I didn't want my shoes to make contact with. Little did I know it would become my home for the next two years.