English in Lublin

Angela loathed the lunch room. It was anything but lively. Some of the homes where she used to volunteer had daily chatter. Not so in the Happy Dale Happy Senior Residential Home. Community gatherings of any sort were grim. HDHSRH had a high mortality rate due to the makeup of its population.
It was the place aging children sent their excessively old parents to quietly die. The kids paid the big bucks to keep the will-makers content through their final months. At least one resident a week passed on.
Few people noticed Angela being wheeled in by Nurse Happypants. The lucid people were either invested in tasteless, mushy food or ensconced in front of a big screen television which played endless Lawrence Welk reruns.
“Why don’t you sit with Margie and Mary?” Happypants suggested. “The twins haven’t seen you in a while. Or how about the new guy? I hear he’s quite the [...]