Thelma Dudley, through dialogue

Thelma hobbles on her crutches to answer the phone.
“Hello.” she says into the receiver.
“Hello Thelma. How are you doing now that you can’t move around very much?”
It was her older sister Beatrice. She is always trying to look after Thelma, even though she lives on Cape Cod and Thelma is stuck in the middle of the snowy woods of upstate New York, alone.
“Things have been ok.” Thelma said. “It gets kinda lonely out here now that George is out all the time and the kids are gone, but I am making due. I have been fixing up the house; changing it around. But that has been put on hold since I broke my ankle.”
“How are the boys doing?”
“Good, I think. I haven’t heard from them in a while, but I know they settled into college and are hopefully doing well.”
“Where are they going again?”
“Mark is at NYU, Dan is at Brown and Chris is at the University of Massachusetts. It’s so weird to know they aren’t together for once in their lives. But they do need to learn to be independent, so I guess this is a blessing.”
“Yes it is. Now you can spend your time doing things you enjoy with George.”
“When he is around. He has been out a lot lately. Working mostly. He has been fixing the houses since we’ve had this really bad winter.”
“That’s good. At least he is working. Maybe if he gets some time off you can take a trip out here and visit. The Cape is lovely this time of year. No tourists. Just calm and quiet.”
“I get calm and quiet here. But that might not be out of the question. And maybe you could come here one weekend. I’ve been dying to try out some new recipes for when the boys come home and you could go to the Lake Serenity flea market with George and I. We go almost every weekend. I sell my doll clothes and he looks around for old furniture to buy and restore. We really have become an old couple. Haven’t we?”
“Not really, but this happens when you age. Kids go away, loneliness sets in and you try to find excitement in your life. You will get used to it, I promise.”
“Sure, sure. I think I’m gonna go for a walk. It’s a beautiful day outside. It was nice talking to you. Bye.”
She hangs up the phone, grabs her crutches and hobbles outside. She starts to walk in the freshly fallen foot of snow.