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throat, sounding as if she needed to clear it. The sound quickly became louder and more pronounced.
Abraham quickly rolled her over and sat her up. “Muriel? Honey? Are you all right?”
Muriel reached up slowly with her right hand. At first, it looked as if she was going to gently place her hand on Abraham’s face. Abraham smiled as she reached up ever so softly…
And grabbed his hair violently.
Abraham instinctively brought his hand up, flinching at the intense pain. He tore himself away from Muriel. A low growl came from the love of his life, a sound that he had not heard her – or anyone else for that matter – make before. His heart pounded, not from fear, but something else. Abraham felt something awaken in his mind, he couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but it was most assuredly there.
Where the hell is Lucy? Abraham thought. He shook his head, trying to keep the irate feeling inside his mind from taking hold.
Muriel reached up again, this time with more enthusiasm. Abraham held both of her hands down.
“Muriel, dear. What is wrong? What do you need me to do?”
Muriel only answered with a low growl.
The door opening downstairs drew Abraham’s attention away from her. He loosed his grip from Muriel and quickly made his way downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the steps Lucy, his daughter, met him, tears in her eyes.
“Oh daddy! I’m so sorry! I want to see mommy one more time!” Although she was twenty-five years old, Lucy couldn’t help but call her mother “mommy.” Pain and sadness has a way of bringing out the inner nine-year-old child in anyone.
Abraham held his daughter back from going up the stairs. A mixed look of indignation and hurt feelings crossed her face.
Abraham looked his daughter in her bleary, wet eyes. “Something is wrong with her, Lucy. I don’t know what to do with her.”
Lucy frowned. “What do you mean? Was it the gas? What happened to her, daddy?”
Another thud against the floor followed by what sounded like dragging feet made both of them look up. Abraham grabbed his daughter by the shoulders and moved her towards the living room adjacent to the stairs.
“We need to get your mother to the church. It’s too long of a drive to go to the hospital in Chattanooga or Knoxville and the church will have power and medical supplies. Maybe we can find out what is wrong with her there.”
Lucy nodded slowly. She looked away, deep in thought. “All right, daddy. Let’s get her in the car and get over there. Did you call Bobby?”
“Not yet. I doubt he will get out of bed for this anyway. You know how much your mother being sick scared him. He doesn’t want to be there for her in this condition. The boy isn’t stable, and I’m afraid this might trigger something in him, something less than appealing,” Abraham said.
Before Lucy could reply, her recently deceased mother came down the steps – the hard way. The body that had once been the girl’s mother and Abraham’s wife came down the steps, her arms and legs not working as she tumbled like a human Slinky. Pictures that were still attached to the wall after the small quake were now smashed and scattered down the steps.
Lucy jumped back, visibly startled. She gasped and covered her mouth. Before she could move forward to help her mother, Abraham held her back.
“See, Lucy. There is something wrong with her. We need to go to the church, right now.”
Lucy kept her hand over her mouth, but nodded vehemently. The thing that had been her mother was slowly getting to her feet. The unstable gait and uncoordinated effort that her mother was trying to master was pitiful. Muriel got to her feet, and was promptly bear-hugged by Abraham.
The distraught father turned to his equally distraught daughter.
“Get the car. Now.”
III
Lucy drove while Abraham tried his best to contain his wife. It had taken them twenty minutes to get Muriel into the car, fighting with her the entire time. Lucy had volunteered
Abraham quickly rolled her over and sat her up. “Muriel? Honey? Are you all right?”
Muriel reached up slowly with her right hand. At first, it looked as if she was going to gently place her hand on Abraham’s face. Abraham smiled as she reached up ever so softly…
And grabbed his hair violently.
Abraham instinctively brought his hand up, flinching at the intense pain. He tore himself away from Muriel. A low growl came from the love of his life, a sound that he had not heard her – or anyone else for that matter – make before. His heart pounded, not from fear, but something else. Abraham felt something awaken in his mind, he couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but it was most assuredly there.
Where the hell is Lucy? Abraham thought. He shook his head, trying to keep the irate feeling inside his mind from taking hold.
Muriel reached up again, this time with more enthusiasm. Abraham held both of her hands down.
“Muriel, dear. What is wrong? What do you need me to do?”
Muriel only answered with a low growl.
The door opening downstairs drew Abraham’s attention away from her. He loosed his grip from Muriel and quickly made his way downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the steps Lucy, his daughter, met him, tears in her eyes.
“Oh daddy! I’m so sorry! I want to see mommy one more time!” Although she was twenty-five years old, Lucy couldn’t help but call her mother “mommy.” Pain and sadness has a way of bringing out the inner nine-year-old child in anyone.
Abraham held his daughter back from going up the stairs. A mixed look of indignation and hurt feelings crossed her face.
Abraham looked his daughter in her bleary, wet eyes. “Something is wrong with her, Lucy. I don’t know what to do with her.”
Lucy frowned. “What do you mean? Was it the gas? What happened to her, daddy?”
Another thud against the floor followed by what sounded like dragging feet made both of them look up. Abraham grabbed his daughter by the shoulders and moved her towards the living room adjacent to the stairs.
“We need to get your mother to the church. It’s too long of a drive to go to the hospital in Chattanooga or Knoxville and the church will have power and medical supplies. Maybe we can find out what is wrong with her there.”
Lucy nodded slowly. She looked away, deep in thought. “All right, daddy. Let’s get her in the car and get over there. Did you call Bobby?”
“Not yet. I doubt he will get out of bed for this anyway. You know how much your mother being sick scared him. He doesn’t want to be there for her in this condition. The boy isn’t stable, and I’m afraid this might trigger something in him, something less than appealing,” Abraham said.
Before Lucy could reply, her recently deceased mother came down the steps – the hard way. The body that had once been the girl’s mother and Abraham’s wife came down the steps, her arms and legs not working as she tumbled like a human Slinky. Pictures that were still attached to the wall after the small quake were now smashed and scattered down the steps.
Lucy jumped back, visibly startled. She gasped and covered her mouth. Before she could move forward to help her mother, Abraham held her back.
“See, Lucy. There is something wrong with her. We need to go to the church, right now.”
Lucy kept her hand over her mouth, but nodded vehemently. The thing that had been her mother was slowly getting to her feet. The unstable gait and uncoordinated effort that her mother was trying to master was pitiful. Muriel got to her feet, and was promptly bear-hugged by Abraham.
The distraught father turned to his equally distraught daughter.
“Get the car. Now.”
III
Lucy drove while Abraham tried his best to contain his wife. It had taken them twenty minutes to get Muriel into the car, fighting with her the entire time. Lucy had volunteered
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