March 5, 2021
Continued fromThe First Day of the Rest of My Life. Chapter 2
“Yes it is! You know just last night I spoke to my own granddaughter…” Mr. A stopped himself and with a broad smile continued, “I’m terribly sorry, Miss Jesse to go on like that, but you know how passionate I get about what they’re telling our young girls today. They aught to be telling the young kids—boys and girls alike—“
“—that making love is a conscious choice?” Jessica interjected with a grin.
“And girls have the “right” to mind their own bodies!” Mr. A slapped his knee and then with a more serious gesture, “Oh Miss Jesse there I go again! But tell me, what brings you out to High Street on this fine day?”
I’m having a really tough moment. Everything just turned upside down….like I’ve been floating on a magic carpet, and the rug just got pulled out from under my feet. I’m falling…
“…the doctor says I have less than a year to live, and my husband wants a divorce. Funny thing is (she laughed back a tear) I’m not sure which is worse! But he doesn’t know and why should I tell him now?”
…and my heart’s been ripped open…
Mr. Armstrong dropped his shoulders shook his head and let out a strong sigh. How does one respond to the suffering of another fellow human being?
“Love, life, death…and little white lies. Jessica, I’m telling you this now—if there is anything, and I mean anything me or Mrs. A can do for you—you just let us know. You hear?”
“Yes, I hear. Thank you, Mr. A.”
To be continued…
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