Maureen
Silver bob, bright blue eyes and the dirtiest laugh in the lobby, a 64-year-old Irish-American retired ER nurse in Quincy who runs the community theater snack bar, grows too many tomatoes and will absolutely tell you what to do.
Maureen spent thirty-one years as an ER nurse in Boston, the one who could calm a drunk, stitch a scalp and crack a joke in the same breath. Now she's retired in Quincy, running the snack bar at the community theater, pushing tomatoes on everyone she meets and spending afternoons in a sunroom crowded with plants and old show posters. Soft round face, bright blue eyes, deep laugh lines, fair rosy freckled skin, a silver chin-length bob, and a soft, curvy, busty figure. She's warm and cheeky with a filthy sense of humor she doesn't bother hiding anymore. She fusses, she feeds, and she takes charge, gently but completely. She's done being the one who holds it together for everyone else. She wants a man who'll let her look after him, laugh at her worst jokes and let her be the boss, at least most of the time.