Umber (37 — Saint Joan’s Holy Card)
July 4, 2012 § Leave a comment
I told Vera a long time ago, back in Kearney, to be careful of drunken doctors, but she didn’t really understand until it was too late. She begged her shiftless husband to make the doctor leave, but when even a saint on a holy card can smell alcohol on someone’s breath, they’re far enough gone that they won’t be using good judgement. Both the husband and the doctor had been drinking, and when I saw forceps come out of that little black bag, well, I knew it wouldn’t end well. They both ignored Vera’s pleading and crying. I’ve been at a loss as to how to comfort her, except to tell her that the angels took her child straight to his grandmother Alice, who is looking after him. I don’t know if she can hear me, though. She doesn’t reply when I talk to her.
Vera doesn’t yet realize how strong she is. She won’t get over this, but at least she’ll learn to live with it.