Thelma Dudley

I know this is coming a little late, but I wanted to post the changes I made to Thelma Dudley.

For years Thelma Dudley has lived in a small, two bedroom, long cabin on thirty acres of woods in upstate New York. From her kitchen she sees the surrounding mountains, trees and land that her husband, George, builds houses on. In her spare time, which is all the time, she sews doll clothes and sells them at the local flea market, about a mile away set on the banks of Lake Serenity. George and her love to make the trip to the flea market every weekend since it is really her only time to socialize with anyone other than the animals she may encounter in the woods. There are times that her children will stop by, but since they are in college it is very rare. She wonders how they are doing, since they are all separated for the first time to three different schools, NYU, Brown, and U Mass. Going from a house full of eighteen year old boys to just her and George is still hard on her. She is trying to adjust to making smaller meals, and a lot of time just resorts to TV dinners because it makes her sad to make the boys’ favorite meals: her famous chicken fettuccini, meatloaf and pork chops with apple sauce. She thinks that maybe she should join a club or group, maybe one at her church or something, but decides against it since she really enjoys her time at home. It also helps that at the moment she can’t really get around anywhere since she broke her ankle trying to rearrange the furniture in the living room; the twenty year old, olive green couch just didn’t want to move. George comes home periodically to check on her and make sure she isn’t trying to do anything out of the ordinary, like the other day when she tried to take a walk in the snow with her crutches.