Aunt Bessie Understands by Diana Xarissa

Author:Diana Xarissa
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Bessie woke up with a sick feeing in the pit of her stomach. Her subconscious had been unable to come up with a better plan, which meant she was going to have to seek out someone she generally tried to avoid. She made a face at herself in the mirror as she combed her hair.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” she told herself as she stood in front of her wardrobe. She was aware that she’d pulled out a slightly nicer jumper than what she might normally have chosen. After a quick breakfast, she headed out for her walk.

Having reaching Thie yn Traie in what felt like only a few steps, she continued onwards at a rapid pace. It was only when the new houses came into view that she slowed down and had stern words with herself.

“It’s no use trying to walk away from the idea,” she scolded herself in a low voice. “If the idea has merit, you’ll simply have to grit your teeth and get through it. Otherwise, just drop the whole thing.” The more Bessie thought about, the more she felt that the idea was a good one. After briefly considering discussing it with John, she decided it would be better not to mention it to him. He’d probably feel as if Bessie was meddling in the investigation, even though she was simply trying to find out more about something that was bothering her.

She’d walked past the new houses by the time she’d reluctantly decided it was time to return to Treoghe Bwaane. She turned around and retraced her steps, smiling as Grace’s mother slipped out of Hugh and Grace’s home through the sliding door at the back. She was carrying the baby, and Bessie picked up her pace to join the woman as she dropped into a chair on the small patio.

“Good morning,” Bessie said softly. The baby was wrapped up warmly against the cold December air, which meant Bessie couldn’t see if she was awake or asleep.

“Good morning. No need to whisper. Baby Watterson doesn’t seem to need very much sleep,” Grace’s mother replied with a sigh. “You’re welcome to join us,” she added, nodding towards the other chairs.

Bessie sat down and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I take it you’re not getting much sleep?”

“I went to bed around nine and got a few good hours of sleep while Hugh and Grace were still up. Grace was then up and down with the baby every two hours or so until I finally took her away at four. When my children were small, we fed them on a schedule, which meant mums could get a few hours of sleep between feeds. I appreciate that feeding on demand is kinder to the baby, but sometimes I think babies just cry when bored or windy, not hungry. Grace is making herself crazy trying to feed the baby every time she whimpers.”

“I can’t imagine,” Bessie murmured.

“Anyway, Grace fed her at four and then I took her into my room.

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