(aka Bike) Part 1088 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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“I think we’ll have to postpone the wedding blessing,” I said to Simon over Trish’s head.
“This mattress feels like I had someone’s knees in my back all night,” Simon said loudly knowing full well we had an alien in the bed. Some giggling emanated from between us. It got worse when he started to tickle her and she had to rush off to the loo or wet herself.
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?” I accused him.
“Did what on purpose?”
“Tickled her, because you knew she’d have to wee if you did.”
“Oh so that’s wrong now is it?”
“No, I’m astonished.”
He looked over at me, “Why?”
“Because you actually are capable of reasoning things through with the children.”
“Eh?” now he looked astonished.
“You had obviously considered that little bony knees needed a wee so a quick tickle and off she goes.”
“Yes, why?”
“Oh nothing, but obviously I can leave the children under your careful gaze while I go and see Maria.”
“What was that about weddings earlier?”
“Oh, we can hardly hold the blessing if Maria is staying here can we?”
“When did you decide that?”
“Trish did the other day, why?”
“Does Tom know, it’s his house after all?”
“Yes and he’s quite happy.”
“So are you going to invite her today?”
“That’s the plan, dunno when she’ll be discharged from hospital.”
Trish came back in, “Mima’s been sick again,” she announced and I groaned and jumped out of bed. When I went into the girl’s room, she was still fast asleep and hadn’t been sick. I went back to the bedroom and Trish was cuddled up to Simon.
“You little minx, she hasn’t been sick at all,” I glared at her.
She giggled, “Saved me having to climb over you.”
“You asked for that,” said Simon roaring with laughter.
I knew when I was outgunned, so I went down to have my breakfast in relative peace and quiet. Tom was drinking the liquid mud he called coffee.
“Morning, Daddy,” I said and pecked him on the cheek.
“Aye,” he said and nodded back.
“Meems was sick in the night, I had to change her and the bed–oh poo, the machine.”
“I wondered why there wis beddin’ in it.”
“Now you know as much as I do.”
“Whit’s wrang wi’ her?”
“No idea, could be a bug; she could have eaten something; I really don’t know.”
“Puir wee lassie,” he sipped his coffee.
“I thought it was always, puir wee soul.”
“Are ye accusin’ me af nae bein’ able tae speak ma ain language?”
Only the twinkle in his eye stopped me from bursting into tears. When I didn’t reply he looked more kindly at me, “Whit’s wrang, lassie?”
“Nothing, Daddy, I’m just tired and as soon as I try to enact my plans someone up there shits all over them.”
“Och, dinna be upset, it happens tae us all.”
“Yeah, I know–but for believers–they can always complain; me where do I write?”
“Jes’ ask yer question in yer hairt, ye’ll get an answer.”
“That presupposes there’s something there to reply.”
“Does it, och weel, perhaps ye won’t then, yer choice.”
“Talking of choices, before you dash off, it is alright if I ask Maria if she’d like to come here for a bit?”
“Aye, as lang as I hae ma pit an’ ma study, I dinna care wha comes.”
“She could become a long term investment.”
“Whit d’ye mean, lang tair-rum?”
“Well, if it seems to be working out, I thought we could invite her to become housekeeper, so I can go back to work.”
“Aye, guid idea, Trish’s wis it?”
“That little minx...” I told him how she’d tricked me out of bed and he laughed loudly and warned me that, ‘I’d hae tae watch that yin.’ As if I didn’t know already.
Two hours later, Minnie the minx and I were shopping before going to see Maria. I’d taken her because she’d asked me. Meems seemed okay, not covered in spots or anything, and no temperature. Simon said he’d keep an eye on her, so we’d have to wait and see. If she did have something we’d have to postpone Maria with her new baby until it was sorted.
After a quick lunch at a little place off the high street, we arrived at the hospital. Maria wasn’t there, neither was the baby. I spoke to the nurse, ‘She’d been discharged.’
I rang her mobile, she didn’t answer. I could only assume she’d gone home. Suddenly one of those very cold sensations in the pit of my stomach happened. I grabbed Trish and we ran like mad to the car.
“What’s the matter, Mummy?”
“Probably nothing, do up your seat belt.” I drove very quickly out of the car park and off towards her house. Of course the usual Saturday afternoon traffic was clogging up the streets and it seemed to take forever to get there.
We turned into her road, a little cul de sac of terraced houses presumably originally inhabited by dockers and shipyard workers, some looked veritable palaces. Then we saw the ambulance and my blood ran cold. I slammed on the brakes and throwing Trish the keys ran down the street. I stopped just in time to avoid making a fool of myself as two paramedics came out with an elderly man on a stretcher chair, complete with oxygen and face mask.
Phew, what a relief.
“Did you think that Auntie Maria was in that ambulance?”
“For a horrible moment I did, sweetheart.”
“Which is her house?”
“I can’t remember the number, but it has a red front door–I’ve only been down here once before.”
“None of them have a red front door, Mummy.”
“Um–no they don’t, sweetheart.”
“Is this the right street, Mummy?”
I blushed, felt stupid and answered, “Um–maybe not.”
“You’re worried about her aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well don’t, she’s being looked after by a lovely angel.”
I nearly threw up, “What did you say?”
“She’s being looked after by a lovely angel and she says she’s okay.”
“How do you know?”
“I just saw her, her road is the next one over. She said the door is unlocked.”
“What about the baby? Did you see the baby?”
“She said Baby Catherine was safe and waiting for you.”
“Trish,” I gasped as tears began to run down my cheeks, “If this is some game, I am going to be so cross.”
“It’s not a game, Mummy, I seen her, honest.”
“Come on,” I grabbed her hand and started to run, I was in no mood to mess about moving the car.
We arrived in the street and I ran down it, Trish was having difficulty keeping up with me. I saw the red door and tried it, it opened first time. “Maria,” I shouted as I went in and began searching the house. “Stay there,” I snapped at Trish, who was now snivelling unaware of what might have happened.
It was in the main bedroom I found her. She was in her wedding dress clasping a photo of Paul and Daisy. A bottle of pills lay beside her and a note addressed to me.
’Dearest Cathy, Thank you so much for your friendship, it means such a lot to me. Baby Catherine is in the back bedroom, I gave her a good feed and there’s a spare bottle in the fridge. Please take good care of her, she’s yours now–you said you’d always wanted a baby. I’m with Paul and Daisy and I’m happy again now. Please don’t be cross with me.
Love,
Maria.
I felt her, she was nearly cold. I ran into the back room and the baby was just waking up. I made it to the bathroom just in time to get my lunch down the loo. I don’t think I’d ever felt so devastated in my whole life. If only we’d gone to the hospital a bit earlier, or not had lunch or...
I dialled 999, “Hello, police please.”
Comments
What Can I Say
This is so sad and so needless. This will weigh heavily on Cathey. Unfortunately, she has been too close to too many deaths.
Portia
Portia
tragic
but understandable. Hope cathy can get over her guilt. If someone is determined to suicide, they will. Even our heroine won't be able to stop them. Sidekick Trish will probably pull her through.
Arrrrgh! Cathy has more
Arrrrgh! Cathy has more cliff hangers affecting her life than Pauline does in "Perils of Pauline". Hoepfully, she or Trish can save Maria before she goes off to another place. Jan
Writing like this
Always hurts me. Take a hug. They are free.
Oh, gosh!
Will Maria somehow survive? It doesn't look hopeful.
So sad that number seven had to be this way. How can Cathy look at baby Cathy without seeing her mother?
Susie
Our authoress said Maria was nearly cold
And Cathy called the police, not the emergency medical people. She's no doctor but her blue light gift
and her own experience are likely telling her poor Maria is beyond saving,
Maria is likely dead a few hours or so that it takes for a body to cool.
Though a deep coma might suppress body temp if she was near death. If she is alive she is nearly dead. Odds are she's' long gone, poor fictional woman.
Trisha said an angel was with Maria and all was well, But well in that Maria was with her dead husband and child? Damn you Ang, just thinking of it has me crying again,
--Grin--
PLEASE, no more additions to Cathy's brood. She's practically a serial killer.
I think Trish's mom is alive but disowned her and Meam's mom and dad are still on the run or maybe in custody in South Africa but all the others as I remember are orphans. Okay, Julie's parents are alive though does the mom still have her cancer? Some of the parents have died in spectacular style like Livie with the accidental or was it heat of the moment fall from a balcony death of her blackmailing journalist mom followed by the suicide of her father.
I gree with another here, *THE Afterlife* is a troubling concept in that if it is so good, unless you are headed to Hell, why not go early?
Ms Langtree here has a great new story with that very theme as part of it where a girl who dies due to complications fron a near rape chooses not to return to life as she is now reunited with her dead parents. The man who feels guilty for her death his now in her body.
John in Wauwatosa
P.S. Loved your wierd and disturbing Boys From Brazil inspired story.
John in Wauwatosa
Not to blame
Cathy can't blame herself for everything. Suicide is NEVER painless but it's often blameless.
Didn't like this cameo at all. I'm never comfortable with suicides and I've been involved with three of them plus one attempted suicide.
It hurts, it hurts like all hell. Just try trying to tell one's-self that you are not to blame when you were the last or one of the last to see them alive. Suddenly, Cathy is mortal.
Beverly.
*sniff*
What more is there to be said.
:-(.
Kim
Sadly....
Sadly Ang and Bonz had put all the signs up for this ages ago so it comes as no surprise yet it is always a tragedy....
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I am a leaf on the wind, but someone turned the fan off.
Oh Bugger!
Pointless Suicide
Bike Resources
Bike Resources
Healing
It's tragic that Maria committed suicide, but it was foreshadowed pretty much from the point of being told about the deaths of Paul and Daisy, reinforced a short time later by extracting a promise from Cathy to look after baby Catherine should anything to happen to her.
But this may cause Cathy to re-examine her blue light healing: she's always been a little reluctant to use it, but since three more people who've been exposed to it (indirectly in the case of Paul) have died in tragic circumstances at a later date, she may be even more reluctant to use it on non-family members. As for trying to heal Maria again, (a) she's almost cold, which indicates she's already dead and has been a while, (b) even if it was possible to resurrect her, would it be ethical given that she's been reunited with her family.
That's the problem with the concept of the afterlife - it's a double edged sword. On the one hand, it's nice to believe that when your body dies, that isn't the end of you - your 'essence' still lives on, somewhere, somehow. On the other hand, it can encourage people to do stupid things, believing it's the easy way out - if the afterlife is supposedly so happy and peaceful, why not arrive there a bit sooner and escape the torment of a difficult life on earth?
So now we're no closer to having a housekeeper, the wedding blessing will probably be postponed (good job it isn't booked yet!), Cathy's got a triple funeral to attend, and a new orphan to look after. When the funerals are over, it would probably be good for her to have a few days' break - and start regular sessions with a psychologist. Cathy's seen far too much tragedy for someone not working for the emergency services or military. Take her current brood for starters: Trish, Billie and Danny were raised in a children's home, Mima and Livvie's parents all died, Julie's parents tried kidnap and assault, and all three of the other adults have been blue light healed at least once. Not to mention Maureen, who's been severely beaten up and had a friend die in similar circumstances to Paul and Daisy; Theresa, who's got MS plus Leon, who was caught thieving to supplement their income; a couple of rogue cops who beat her up, the psychopathic anti-cyclist, and Luke Perryman (paedophilia, suicide). Not to mention numerous encounters with the Russian Mafia.
There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Bike pt 1088.
Is she reallty gone? Trish said she was being looked after by an angel and was ok. Does that mean that Marie is alive? Or that Trish and Cathy can bring her back?
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
So that's what Trish meant
So that's what Trish meant when she said "She'll do"
I'm finally at the point where I left off
due to my breakdown 2 years ago, so time to start commenting again. :)
People kill themselves to stop the pain, it is a form of mental illness. Problem is, the folks left behind have to clean up the mess, which is also sad.
Being a friend of Lady Cameron is bad
Damn, what the heck ! Did you get banged up again ? Had to take it out on Maria.8-(
Is this a way to have Cathy take hormones so she could breast feed the Bairn ?
Cefin