Broken Angel by Michelle Craig Snively copy write 2015
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“Why are the twins arguing that the other should attend university? You’d think they’d be demanding to be the one to go.”
“They’ve had a rough start in life.”
“Well, their father was injured in a mining accident. Poor man spent months in hospital before passing on. The company said there wasn’t any compensation, so their mum sold everything, took on two jobs and moved in with her mum. It was tough fitting four people into that small house, but they were happy.”
“That is sad, but how does it explain the scene in the tea house?”
“A couple years ago we had the worst winter ever recorded. Snow storm after snow storm blew through leaving the town to look like a white ocean. Eventually folks stopped shoveling walks and digging out their cars because they were buried again within a couple hours. Anyway, Mary, the twins’ mother, was a nurse at the local hospital and scheduled to work a day shift. No one could talk her into staying home. She argued if she didn’t show up, a coworker wouldn’t be able to go home to rest and the patients needed someone fresh to see to their needs. In the end she promised to be home before dark and left.”
“What happened?” I asked, riveted to the story.
“Well, the person who was to relieve her called to say she wouldn’t be able to get to work and Mary took a second shift. It was dark when Mary’s relief arrived. The head doctor offered her a room to rest in until morning when it would be safer to travel, but Mary was a stubborn one. She insisted that she only lived a couple blocks away and could make it home safely. Ten minutes later a man staggered through the hospital door drunk and in shock. He kept repeating, ‘The lady’ and pointing outside. Doctors rushed out to find Mary face down in the snow, bleeding. They rushed her inside and did what they could, but she died shortly after they found her. Seems the guy had spent longer at the pub then he had planned and was rushing home. In his haste, he lost control of the car, hitting Mary.”
“Oh gods bless them.”
Ms. Duffy turned her head toward me, eyes still seeing the story she was telling. “Yes, you would understand losing a mother unexpectedly.” She smiled, patting my hand. “It was Mary’s fondest wish to see the twins attend university, but between funeral and living expenses, the savings has been consumed. The twins work part time and their gran has a small pension which helps to make ends meet, but leaves nothing for education.”
Life is good!