Umber (31.4 — Alice’s Story)
June 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
“I’m sorry. Marla; Marla Blackaby is my name. Please call me Marla.”
“Hello, Mrs. Marla, it’s very nice to meet you officially. I feel like I’ve known you awhile, of course, after our previous conversation. I didn’t mean sound so cross just a minute ago, but I’ve had so much on my mind.”
“I know,” I answered.
“You do?” She sounded perplexed.
“Well, you know, it’s just that I’ve heard from Father Hoolihan, and your sister Kate, and it sounds like you’ve been, well, busy with a lot of things.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as if analyzing my last sentence. “What did Father Hoolihan tell you?”
“Oh, not much, really, in fact, I guess I was sort of eavesdropping. He hopes you will have a good life.” I rambled on, trying not to say anything that would indicate that I, too was concerned about Vera, even though she had probably already lived out her natural life and was undoubtedly as dead as her mother by now..
“He’s become a good friend,” Vera said. “I’ve been so worried about…things…and it’s been reassuring to be able to discuss them with him.”