SUMMARY: Basically Sophia knew Step Plum family from the old neighborhood, bare with me, also has a past. But unlike Blanche's past, she didn't need penicillin to get through it. Just a little diddy, and is an x-men/golden girls/Steph plum series. Sorry bad summary

OK…So, I do not own anything. I am a golden girls fan, and Sophia is my favorite. Forgive the typos, will try and be careful. Please enjoy, and be gentle, this is my first time. Again, I own nothing, am gaining nothing, and hope you all enjoy.

HOW SOPHIA MET MYSTIQUE

Sophia: Picture, Germany, 1922.

Rose: Were you on vacation?

Sophia: Spy, summer job. Wadal Heidelberg, XQ-37, that's me, meets a man of science. He gives me classified secrets, I give him a peek at the hinterland. He deceived me.

Blanche: He wasn't a man of science.

Sophia: He wasn't a man!

Dorothy: You're lying XQ!

Sophia's Point of View/spv

Picture it, today, Miami, Florida. It's a day like any other in the Petrillo, Deveroux, Zbornak, and Nyland residence. It was a typical summer day, when the phone rang. The girls were at work, and I was home cooking dinner, so I answered the phone. "Hello." I say. "Yes, she's speaking" I grab a chair, as I listen to the disturbibg news. "When's the service?" My heart drops in my stomach. "Yes, thank you for calling. If you need any thing please let me know."

Hanging up the phone, I wipe my tears, and continue cooking. At my age, even though you expect these phone calls, it never gets easier. My friend, Gladys Goldstein, had been sick for some time, and now she was gone. Gladys and I met before my daughter had me committed to that aweful place known as shady pines retirement center. Ever see Mad Max, Mel Gibson, same thing. That place was shady all right. Medical schools would buy the unclaimed bodies. The joke was, how would you like to go to college? My daughter, Dorothy never believed me. She always blamed my stroke.

My name is Sophia, Sophia Petrillo.I am an elderly woman who lives with her divorced daughter and two roomates. Twenty-five years ago, my husband Sal passed away.I stayed in my old neighborhod, Brooklyn, until my stroke. Dorothy felt that putting me in a 'home' was best for my recovery. My son, Phil, had his hands full with his family. So, staying with him was out of the question. My daughter, Gloria, didn't want to be bothered with my constant therapies and medical care. It was easier for Gloria to help financially, and Phil helped in his own way. Dorothy was always there for me, and never let me feel sorry for myself.

Dorothy and Gladys are alike, they are both fighters. When I was put in the home, it was very hard forme. Hate became my aly. I exaggerate, but you get my drift. One day while knitting, someone patted me on my shoulder. "That suppose to be an elephant scarf, or for the elephant man?" I look up, and to my surprise, its Gladys. "What are you doing here?" I asked. " I came to spring you out with yarn, a pair of tweezers, some stool softener, and polygrip. ." She said. "I threw my hip out at my Zumba class trying to dance bate chat uh, and here I am." That was my Gladys, always looking at the bright side.

It was at Shady Pines where we became closer. If you have seen the nurses faces when we...nevermind. As far as the state is concerned, there was no proof, and the polygrip was deemed as circumstancial evidence. It was also at Shady Pines, where she finally opened up about being the only survivor in her family from the concentration camps. To hear her life story made your problems seem like spilled milk. Her and a boy from her village survived by escaping. Then, she told me that said boy never allowed herself to feel sorry for herself, and always kept her spirits up.

Oh. Glads, darling, I will miss you. The girls came home half an hour ago, but I was in no mood for eating. Sitting in my room, I wonder if my good friend Edna will be there at the funeral. I woder if he will be there at the funeral.

OK. SO. I am learning, trial by error. I know it seems heavy now. There is a little more heavy, and then I will introduce this mystery man. Next, Dorothy comforts her mother, visitors are coming, and Blanche has competition.

Also, what's your favorite golden girl quote?