Reverend Julian did
not come to the house the following day as he had promised. He called in the
afternoon and said he had some urgent business to attend to at the church. I
was glad he wasn’t coming by. It was Christmas Eve and there were so many
things to be done. Luckily I had already baked the Christmas Plum Puddings from
last week and placed them in airtight tins. I ‘watered’ them liberally everyday
with a mixture of rum and wine. I held the recipe to my Christmas Plum Pudding
close to my heart. It was a secret handed down to me from my Grandmother
Charmaine, which she said was handed down to her from her Grandmother. Not even
Maud knew the recipe. Every year I would lock
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Border Secured (A Scenario) - Part 14
'Leave
the child with us', said Florence. We will tell Mass Wharbucks that we found her
sleeping under the cotton tree. We will make no mention of you, we will just
give him the letters and tell him we found them in the bag she was carrying. He
is a smart man, he will put two and two together and figure it out. Ben was in
agreement with Florence’s plan. He reminded Charles that Stanley Wharbucks
wanted him dead and if he was found on the property that would be the minute he,
Charles, would take his last breath. Charles put his face in his hands, he did not want to leave Charmaine behind but deep down in his heart he knew it was best for her. From the
letter that Charlotte wrote Charles knew that he could trust Ben. He also knew
that he could not run from parish
Friday, December 14, 2018
Border Secured (A Scenario) - Part 13
I
awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. My head was throbbing
fiercely. I went to the kitchen and thinly sliced a lime, which I took back
to my room. I searched my dresser drawers and found one of my father’s
handkerchiefs, which I folded in two. I placed the slices of lime on my temples
and tied the handkerchief around my head just like my Grandmother used to do. I
knew that I would be feeling much better in a couple hours. I glanced at the
clock and gasped, it was almost two o’ clock in the afternoon. I went to have a
shower, all this time wondering why the place was so quiet. This was
short-lived
Sunday, December 9, 2018
Border Secured (A Scenario) - Part 12
Not
in my house! I repeated. But-but-but Ma’am, stuttered Maud, the baby is coming!
I don’t care, I said, through clenched teeth. Not in my house! I was still
putting up my Christmas decorations, the tree still had to be decorated, the
new drapes that I had ordered were coming in two days, I had also planned to
start my baking on the weekend and there was no way in hell that I was going to
allow any baby to be born in my house! The woman screamed out in pain and Maud,
with tears in her eyes pleaded with me to help her. Take her around the back to
the new kennel, I told Maud. ‘In the kennel?’ she asked. Did I stutter Maud?
But the dogs! Are you hard of hearing Maud? I said the new kennel, take her to
the new kennel! Maud huffily went to help the woman. Maud could be a little
stubborn at times, but the new kennel had never been used. The dogs refused to
enter it and Maud always said it was because it looked like a prison with the
huge grill doors, but as far as I was concerned it was good enough place for
the ‘migrant’ to have her baby in. It was clean and airy, the dogs’ beds were
huge and, after all, Jesus
Monday, December 3, 2018
Border Secured (A Scenario) - Part 11
The baby hollered
nonstop for fifteen minutes. That’s how long it took for its mother to make the
feed. When I asked her about breastfeeding the baby, she said the milk in her
breast was for the baby that she was expecting. I rolled my eyes heavenward.
Dear Jesus, I said in my mind, no wonder these people are always happy because
ignorance is certainly bliss! The baby settled down after it was fed and went
back to sleep in his mother’s arms. I rejoined Maud and the Reverend in the
den. I really wanted to hear more about Charles and Charmaine. Somehow I began
to fear the worst.
After overhearing the
two gentlemen
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