Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Pearl: A Mini Novella ~ Part 1
Pearl leaned back in her rocking chair and sighed, a worn letter dangling between two long fingers. A gentle breeze blew through her porch tickling her nose with the scent of wisteria, as a red hen pecked at her feet.
Pearl looked down at her little friend. "Oh Penny, can I right a wrong that was done so long ago?"
Sighing Pearl met her daughter's gaze. "Heather, I didn't know you were coming over."
"Well imagine my surprise when I caught Sandy dragging my large suitcase down the stairs to bring to her Grammie." Heather crossed her arms. "Care to explain?"
"Did you bring the suitcase?" asked Pearl.
Heather slid into the rocking chair next to her mother. "Yes, but before I let you have it, you're going to tell me what's going on."
Pearl watched Penny scratch around the wisteria bush. "I don't think you'll understand, but what it boils down to, is I need to right a wrong."
"What wrong?" Heather's eyebrows lifted in concern.
"I ruined somebody's life 45 years ago."
"Forty-five years ago! Mom, you were 17 years old. I'm sure whomever you think you wronged as let it go by now. If they are still alive, that is."
"Heather, I don't expect you to understand, but I must go to Scotland. I must explain myself to Liam."
"Scotland!" Heather frowned. "You're not going to Scotland."
"Here." Pearl handed Heather the letter. "Bring the suitcase in when you finish. I'm gonna start packing. My flight leaves at five. I'll need you to look after the house and chickens while I'm gone."
"You're going today!" Heather stood. "Mom, you can't. You don't even have a passport."
Pearl paused in the doorway. "Honey, I've had a passport since the age of five."
"But, you and Dad never went anywhere."
"But I always hoped he'd change his mind and we would take a trip. But, that's a story for another time. Go on read the letter."
Fifteen minutes Heather tossed the suitcase on the bed. "I understand."
"I knew you would. Now help me pack will ya?" Pearl forced a small smile. "And be sure to check on the chickens."
"I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't."
The smile dropped from Pearl's lips. "Ok, then. Thanks all the same. I'll just if Mr. Jenkins along the way can drop in."
"I can't because I'm going with you."