The Spinster Wife by Christina McKenna

Author:Christina McKenna [McKenna, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Portaluce, Antrim Coast

In Edith LeVeck’s curious parlour Dorrie sat stunned at what she’d just heard.

“Y-You can really see my mama, Edith? I . . . I mean really see her?”

“Yes . . . she’s here in the room.”

“But where?” Dorrie clasped her hands together. She was overjoyed. “Can I see her too?”

“She’s standing near Catrina,” Edith said, holding Dorrie’s gaze. “I’m sorry, dear, but only those with the gift of discernment can see the dead. So it’s best you don’t look.”

Dorrie didn’t really want to look back in the direction of the awful skeleton woman again anyway. If she did, she’d only see Catrina, not her lovely mama, and that would be far too scary and far too sad.

“Oh, I’m so glad I met you, Edith. It was meant to be, so you could bring me so close to Mama.”

“All meetings are meant to be, Dorrie. No one is where they are by accident. Would you like to ask your mama something?”

All at once Dorrie’s face clouded over. She was remembering Edith LeVeck’s words of only moments before.

“But you said . . . you said you only see those spirits that are troubled. That can only mean . . . ” She felt tears welling. “Th-That can only mean that Mama is troubled . . . that she’s in a bad place on the Other Side.”

“There are no bad places on the Other Side, Dorrie dear. Your mama is simply concerned for your welfare and that’s why she’s troubled. She says she wants to see you settled and happy. She wants nothing more than that you find peace here on the earthly plane.”

Dorrie took a hanky from her handbag, unable to stop the tears. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I must be such a disappointment to her.”

“Your mama loves you, Dorrie. She was never disappointed in you. And don’t feel ashamed of crying. Crying is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you’ve been strong for too long. It’s time to let go.”

“It’s . . . it’s just that I . . . I miss her so much. And I blame myself because if I . . . ”

“I know. She’s sorry she had to leave you so soon. But she says you must stop blaming yourself for what happened. It was not your fault. Everyone passes from this earthly plane at precisely the right moment. The length of time we get to spend here is preordained by God. We humans have no say in the matter. So you see, dear, you cannot take the blame for your mother’s death. No one is to blame.”

Dorrie mopped her tears, feeling a little better as she listened to the wise words and gentle voice of Mrs LeVeck.

“Tell me about her, dear. You were talking to her when we met, weren’t you?”

Dorrie felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Oh, don’t feel guilty. It’s good to talk to those who’ve passed over. I talk to my late husband all the time.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I make sure I don’t do it in public.

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