Friday the 13th has arrived all too soon. You’ve been having a good visit with your
mother, cousins and friends from many years, laughing about things that
happened in schools. You’ve been able to
keep the secret, save your mother, and she seems at peace feeling she will soon
be with your dad. She had been religious
as a young person and through much of her life. She says, “I don’t know why,
but I just quit going to church. I lost
interest after George died my world collapsed.
Now she sees an end to her loneliness.
“What will it be like?” she asks you over breakfast. She has made your favorite French toast with
Wonder Bread. Your uppity Belt Way
“It’s supposed to happen at about one PM here and we can probably see
it from the back yard.”
“Why don’t we have a nice bottle of wine?’ she says.
“Great idea mom, let’s go buy it!
The best.”
“The best!” she agrees and you charge off down the street as if you
were kids and going to live forever, “Maybe we will!” you exclaim aloud and
your mother asks not. She knows….
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